She closed her hand tighter and looked at her slave. “Me, too.” She uttered, with a grin. “So since you won’t scare off….”
Uh oh. Gabrielle drew in a breath, sensing the rising emotion between them.
“C’mere.” Xena slid her hand around to the back of Gabrielle’s neck and pulled her closer, leaning forward to kiss her. Words were one thing, but Xena knew better than most that the real truth was more often found in the silences between them.
She felt Gabrielle lean against her, a relaxed surrender to her touch that made a fire start in her own guts. She explored the blond woman’s lips, tasting the spiced apple on them as her fingers traced the outline of Gabrielle’s face.
Her body growled, desire pulsing up inside her as she deepened her kiss, allowing her other hand to touch Gabrielle’s side. The ribs under her fingers expanded sharply, and she felt the tiny gasp of air between their lips.
She made a more solid contact, and the warmth of Gabrielle’s body came through the fabric as she explored slowly upward, running her touch over each rib felt clearly through the skin until she reached the firm curve of the slave’s breast.
A small, half surprised sound emerged from Gabrielle’s throat. Xena chuckled softly and probed deeper with her tongue, almost making a refined squawk of her own when Gabrielle’s hand gently stroked her upper thigh.
There was reverence in the touch that charmed her.
Xena came up for a breath of air and watched Gabrielle’s eyelids flutter open, revealing mist green eyes gone almost hazel with passion. With a smile, the queen rubbed noses with her, surprising a tiny chuckle out of the younger woman as she attempted to catch her breath.
Xena realized she was breathing a little harder as well, and her body was urging her to continue, her fingers tracing a slow line over Gabrielle’s rounded breast and feeling the nipple in it’s center tense under her light shirt. “Like it so far?” She inquired.
“Uh.” Gabrielle had to swallow before she answered. “It’s.. um..”
“Intense?” Xena breathed in her ear, nibbling the lobe as she heard the air come out of Gabrielle’s chest in an almost subaudible groan. “Mmm… I like someone who appreciates what I do.”
Gabrielle shifted closer and reached out, then paused. “Is it okay if I….”
“Nah.” Xena told her, with wicked cheerfulness. “I’ll break your fingers.” She nibbled the tip of Gabrielle’s nose and met the blinking green eyes. “Just kidding… go ahead.”
Gabrielle grinned, just a tiny bit, and stroked Xena’s arm as she tilted her head to receive another, more passionate kiss.
Xena found herself enjoying the moment immensely. She suspected she was going to continue enjoying it, and her body was waking up to the sensation of Gabrielle’s hesitant touch. Half of her conscience still had misgivings, but a greater part of her was taking over, wanting the intimacy with a power that frankly surprised her.
Maybe it was Gabrielle’s innocence. Xena tugged the laces loose on the slave’s shift. Or maybe it was the way she responded to Xena’s touch as though she were playing a harp and the slave’s utterances were it’s music.
“Wow.” Gabrielle murmured, somewhere near her ear. “You taste nice.”
Or maybe it was that she was just so damn cute. Xena felt her reservations jump out the window. “Thanks.” She eased the shift off one of Gabrielle’s shoulders and got down to bare skin. “But you know what?”
Gabrielle had found the gap in the front of her robe and she ran a curious finger across Xena’s navel. “What?”
The queen sucked in a breath. “I’d taste a lot better on the bed.”
“Really?”
Xena put an arm around her and pulled her closer, exulting in the heat as their bodies touched. “Trust me.” She slowly stood, carrying Gabrielle with her.
“I do.” Gabrielle replied simply. “But I’m not really sure…”
Xena silenced her words with a kiss, pressing her body against the slaves and running her hand down Gabirelle’s side. “Don’t worry.” She whispered into her ear. “I’ll teach you.”
The bed gathered them in. Xena stretched herself out fully, then planned out her attack.
**
Gabrielle watched the candlelight frame Xena’s outline as she settled herself into the soft surface of the bed, her body tingling all over. Already the fear she’d been filled with was fading, being replaced by excitement and a tickling anticipation.
Xena’s robe was half open. Gabrielle wondered if she should loosen the belt of it, reaching out and taking hold of the soft fabric just as she felt Xena shift closer.
The next thing she felt was a tickle of cool air as her shift was slipped up over her hips, and the solid, almost shocking warmth of Xena’s hand as it touched her skin underneath. Her breathing started speeding up again, making her feel a little lightheaded. She kept hold of Xena’s belt as the queen gently rolled her over, achieving her own goal of pulling that robe open.
Oo. Gabrielle found Xena leaning over her suddenly. She saw a flicker of light, then realized Xena held a dagger in her hand. Her throat closed, and she felt her eyes widen as she gazed up at the queen wondering for a long horrible moment if she hadn’t just made a terrible mistake.
Xena must have seen it in her face. The dark haired woman’s head tilted to one side, blunting the intensity of her look and she winked at Gabrielle reassuringly.
The knife came closer, though, and Gabrielle couldn’t help but close her eyes as she felt the pressure of the blade against her belly.
She heard the sound of the knife penetrating the fabric of her shift, a soft popping noise that made her completely stop breathing. The pressure traveled up her body, but no pain followed it, until she heard the light snap as the blade cut through the laces near her throat.
Then it stopped.
She kept her eyes closed, her heart pounding so fast she couldn’t count the beats. It had stopped being fun, and definitely stopped being exciting.
She felt like crying.
“Gabrielle.” Xena’s voice was unexpectedly gentle.
Fearfully, she forced her eyes open. The knife was gone, and Xena was leaning over her.
“I’ve got a hole in my back. Wrestling off your dress wasn’t in my plans.” The queen told her.
Gabrielle let out a breath. “Oh.”
“Did you really think I was going to waste all that foreplay just to cut you to pieces?” Xena inquired, an odd note sounding in her words.
Gabrielle felt a touch foolish. “I’m sorry.” She whispered. “I didn’t know what was happening.”
Xena eased down next to her, brushing her body against the slaves. She slid a hand behind Gabrielle’s head and leaned close to her, until they were almost nose to nose. “Listen to me.” She captured the slave’s eyes, letting the reins loose on her own personality a little. “I won’t hurt you.”
Gabrielle exhaled, feeling some of the tension leave her. She very much wanted to believe Xena, and looking up into those candelit blue eyes there was something inside her heart reassuring her that she could. Hesitantly, she lifted her hand up and touched Xena’s cheek, exploring those strong planes curiously as she felt the queen smile under her fingertips. “Okay.”
“You believe me?” Xena asked, easing the cut shift aside and running a hand down Gabrielle’s now bare belly.
Gabrielle nodded, feeling her body respond strongly to the touch.
The queen dipped her head and nipped her slave very lightly on the collarbone, lifting up to meet her eyes again. “I could hurt you, if I wanted to.”
“I know.” Gabrielle whispered.
“But I don’t want to.” Xena said. “I want to make you feel good.” She cupped Gabrielle’s breast and ran her thumb gently over the nipple. “I want you to enjoy this, and not be afraid of me. Think you can manage that?”
Gabrielle brushed the back of her knuckles over the queen’s lips, her body already coming up with it’s own answer. She nodded, the need to lose herself again in those beautiful eyes becoming the focus of her thoughts. The fear faded, it’s lingering chill brushed aside by Xena’s lips as they touched hers, bringing that sweet taste back.
Xena’s body pressed against hers. Gabrielle’s hand brushed against the queen’s hip as she felt Xena’s touch slide up her belly, exploring her curiously.
It felt good. Gabrielle sucked in a breath, swallowing against a suddenly dry throat. Xena’s lips moved lower, suckling at the base of her throat as the queen eased a knee between hers. It felt very good, and she exhaled, a low sound vibrating her vocal cords unexpectedly.
Xena laughed softly, her breath warming Gabrielle’s skin.
Gabrielle felt that same warmth envelope her breast, then a jolt of sensation nearly made her eyes pop out of her head as Xena’s lips teased and nipped at her. It was an amazing feeling, like little bolts were flying all over her skin and it made her want more of it.
Xena seemed inclined to provide that, because while she kept doing what she was doing, she also started stroking the inside of Gabrielle’s leg and that…
Gabrielle could feel a fire igniting in her guts, warm and strange and more compelling than anything else she’d ever felt before. It set her heart racing, and she could barely control her body’s response. She tangled her fingers in Xena’s dark hair and curled forward, burying her face in the spicy scented skin of the queen’s neck.
A new coolness, as her underwraps were peeled off and Xena’s touch became very personal indeed. Gabrielle could feel a pressure building inside her that was almost unbearable as she uttered a groan.
“Hurting you?” Xena’s voice rasped in her ear, accompanied by a lick and a nibble on her lobe.
“N…augh… n..” Gabrielle didn’t know what Xena was doing, but her entire body felt like it was about to go into convulsions. “Oh!”
“I’m gonna take that as a no.” Xena chuckled, ducking her head and nibbling her way down Gabrielle’s body. She could feel the slave’s hands clenched in her hair and she explored the slim body with a sense of delighted pleasure. It was as though whatever she did, wherever she touched was just the right thing and place to drive her little friend out of her mind.
She’d never had someone be so responsive to her before, and the power was, even for someone as used to power as Xena, intoxicating.
“Augh.” The groan came out of Gabrielle’s guts this time.
Xena felt Gabrielle’s body pressed against her touch, straining as her touch became a little more insistent. She went a little deeper, and as she did she felt a strong grip take hold of her neck, surprising her with it’s power as Gabrielle’s body arced against her.
The slave let out a yell.
Xena fuzzily thought it was much more pleasant than a scream.
Gabrielle felt like her skin was turning inside out. She grabbed hold of Xena, beyond fear at this point, and clutched her as her body shuddered, convulsing with a sensation so powerful it made her hearing stop for a moment, narrowing down to the thunder of her own heartbeat.
It didn’t stop, but crested and rolled over her, shuddering through her and making her nape hairs stand up straight in an odd chill as the room’s air pass through them. For a long moment, all she could feel was heat, then her body resumed breathing as the sensation slowed and gentled, and Xena’s lips teasingly captured hers again and coaxed the breath from them.
Gods. All Gabrielle could do was respond weakly, her fingers stroking Xena’s cheek. “Augh.”
“Hmmm…. Is that good or bad?” Xena’s voice wound around her mind.
“Gg…h.. wow.”
“Mm… sounds like a good to me.” The queen continued her touches, as her slave’s body relaxed against her.
Gabrielle nestled against Xena’s neck, breathing in her scent. “Amaz..ing.” She uttered. “Wow.”
Xena paused a moment, and glanced down as a thought suddenly occurred to her. “You like?” She felt Gabrielle nod. “Good.”
A tentative touch on her belly surprised her a little. Xena felt the girl’s fingertips explore her with hesitant curiosity.
“Will you teach me to do that?” Gabrielle whispered.
Xena chuckled. “Oh, I hope so.” She said. “We’ll take it nice and slow. We’ve got plenty of time.”
“Mm.” Gabrielle gave her a sudden, and somewhat unexpected hug. “Heard so many bad stories… wasn’t like that at all.”
“Of course not.” Xena kissed her, confident in her ownership now. “Those stories had men in them.”
“Mm.. yeah.” The slave agreed, tracing Xena’s lips with her thumb. “They don’t know what they’re missing, huh?”
The queen chuckled wickedly, a low, full sound that resonated through her entire chest. “Oh.. you’re a fast learner. Lucky me.” She chortled softly. “Ready for your first lesson?”
Gabrielle laughed with her, wondering why she’d ever been afraid.
**
But it had been a very long day, and Xena decided to postpone her little instruction session when an injudicious movement of her shoulder woke her abruptly to the memory of the injury she’d suffered. She settled for a period of warmly languid kissing and slow strokes of their hands as they lay quietly together.
Gabrielle had definitely caught on to the idea of saying nice things to her. Xena couldn’t recall when the last time was that she’d been told that often how pretty she was.
By someone who actually meant it. The queen eyed the ceiling, acknowledging her own vanity with a wry smile. But there was no sense in denying the fact that it felt good and her ego appreciated the attention quite a bit more than she’d thought it would.
Now it was silent, save for the soft popping of the fireplace logs, and dark. Xena was lying half on her side, one arm around Gabrielle’s relaxed body as she watched the faint, red flickers float across the room.
She was tired and almost sleepy. Soon, she would close her eyes and let the darkness take her, but it felt nice to simply lay in her bed and not be alone, for the first time in a very long time indeed.
Gabrielle was curled up, her body nestling against Xena’s and the queen could just feel the steady warmth of the girl’s breath against her ribs. In the dim light she could see Gabrielle’s profile, half hidden by her disheveled hair and the sight of the just barely visible smile brought a matching one to Xena’s face.
Gabrielle. Xena rolled the name around in her mind, liking it’s rhythm.
There had been many one night stands in her past. Xena preferred to find someone good looking, and take them to bed, relieving her pent up sexual energy and then tossing them out on their ass before the candles burned lowest.
But not this time. Xena rubbed a bit of the pale hair between her fingers. She had no desire whatsoever to toss Gabrielle out of her bed, out of her quarters, or out of her life. She liked this kid. She liked her spunk and her innocence, and the powerful heart Xena could sense behind the youthful veneer.
She wanted to keep her. Xena exhaled contentedly. And she always got what she wanted.
**
For a while, Gabrielle just lay there with her eyes closed.
So many things had happened, she wanted to have the time to look at each one of them before she let life continue to flow around her, and this quiet darkness seemed like a good place to do that in.
She could feel Xena’s arm around her, and the warmth of the queen’s body in the cool air of the room was very comforting, as was the now getting to be familiar scent that just seemed to be a part of her.
Gabrielle thought for a minute about where she was. The sureallness of it all almost made her head spin. What had happened to her the night before almost made her head spin.
Remembering how wonderful it had felt almost made other parts of her spin.
So.
Now she really was what everyone thought she was. Gabrielle considered that seriously. The queen’s bedmate.
Her shoulders shook a little as an unexpected giggle emerged. They all said it like it was some kind of horror – Gabrielle suspected now that far from being a despised role, that everyone secretly was envious of it. Xena had been right – she was a gorgeous woman, and she practically dripped sensuality, so much so that Gabrielle could feel a tingle starting up in her again just thinking about it.
It wasn’t at all like what had gone on down in the barracks. Xena hadn’t treated her like one of the stable animals at all – she’d treated her like….
Gabrielle opened her eyes, the dim light from the window and fireplace showing her bare outlines of Xena’s body inches from her nose. It was hard to remember such a short time ago, when she’d been terrified of this woman.
Xena had treated her like someone she valued. Someone whose well being were important to her.
It was a very special feeling. Gabrielle knew she’d never experienced it before. At home she’d just been one more of the village girls, just another pair of hands, another mouth to feed.
Strange that she’d had to become a slave to experience what this felt like. That seemed so wrong to her, so backwards, but no matter – it was the truth and she was glad she now knew what it felt like to be cared for as just herself.
How long would it last, though? Gabrielle exhaled. Will she get tired of me now? Now that Xena had gotten what she wanted, would she send Gabrielle back to the kitchens, and select someone else?
“Hey.”
Gabrielle almost jumped off the bed when she felt the light tap on her butt. “Errrguh.” She managed to strangle a yelp and roll onto her back, looking up at Xena. “Um…. Hi.”
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” Xena asked.
“Um.. I was just…”
Xena covered her lips with her fingers. “Let me prove my royal omnipotence. You were thinking, right?”
Gabrielle nodded.
“What about?”
What about? Should she tell Xena, or would the queen think it impertinent? Gabrielle nibbled her lip as she thought. Something about the darkness, and the intimacy robbed her of any fear. “About what happens next.”
Xena chuckled softly. “Can’t even wait for the morning? My my.”
Gabrielle realized how that sounded and had to muffle a giggle. “That’s not what I…meant.”
“Mm.” The queen’s low voice burred against her ears. “You mean, what happens next to you, now that I’ve salaciously seduced you and taken you to bed?”
The blushing thing was really getting old. Gabrielle rubbed her face.
“You get tossed in the midden and used as a dishrag.” Xena told her. “And I move on to the next conquest.”
Gabrielle looked up at her, seeing the briefest flash of light of her eyes. “Really?”
Xena smiled. “No.”
Somehow, part of her had known that. Gabrielle found Xena’s hand lying across her belly and she took it, tangling her fingers with the queen’s.
“I don’t find people I can tolerate, much less like very often. I like to keep them around as long as possible.” Xena went on. “So don’t worry about it.”
“Okay.” Gabrielle snuggled closer. “I’m glad.”
“Oh, you are, huh?” Xena found herself chuckling. “Yeah, me too.” She found herself unexpectedly feeling an impulsive urge and gave into it, gathering Gabrielle into her arms and giving her a hug. She heard the a surprised gurgle come out of the kid, then Gabrielle was returning the hug with some enthusiasm.
Funny. It made her heart beat almost as fast as Gabrielle’s shy touch the night before. Xena felt a warm, nameless emotion rising in her, sweet as honey, and it intensified as Gabrielle put her head down on her shoulder and gave her a light, almost feathery kiss on the top of her breast.
Xena rested her cheek against the top of Gabrielle’s head and lost herself in the feeling. It was so different than anything she’d ever known before, not the fire of sensuality but something much gentler and more encompassing.
She liked it. It made her feel good for reasons that really didn’t have anything to do with sex. With one hand, she rubbed Gabrielle’s back. The girl had an arm draped over Xena’s stomach and it tightened in a light squeeze. “You keep doing that, and I’ll keep you around for the rest of your life.”
Gabrielle lifted her head, her eyes visible in the moonlight as she looked at Xena in surprise.
Xena raised an eyebrow at her.
The slave made a tiny, happy face, then put her head back down and gave Xena another hug.
Xena let her eyes close, and in the warmth of this novel sensation, allowed sleep to take her at last.
**
Gabrielle held her head up high as she descended the last few stairs into the kitchen. She was dressed in one of her blue work tunics, but it was thrown over her leggings and boots against the chill of the stronghold. The weather had turned again before dawn, and it was gray outside and storming.
Heads turned as she entered the room, and she paused a moment to take a quick look around for any of her fellow slave mates and take in a breath of air filled with the nutty scent of porridge.
Not spotting any of her friends, Gabrielle turned and made her way to the hearth, aware of the people edging away from her as she moved through the crowded kitchen. “Hello.” She greeted the cook in a quiet voice. “I need some breakfast for her Majesty.”
The woman, the same one who had cruelly lashed her and the rest on their first arrival, wiped her hands hastily and nodded. “Yes, of course. What is her Majesty’s pleasure?”
Oh. Gabrielle peered at the foods available. Good question. She wondered if Xena liked porridge, which Gabrielle herself had never been that fond of. Perhaps it had been her mother’s version of it, which had tasted much like the paste the carpenter used to seal the joints in the furniture he made back in Potadeia.
However, there was fruits and nuts, especially the thick black walnuts she’d often collected in the forest to put on it and she figured a loaf of fresh bread would go a long way to making up for it if it turned out Xena felt the same way about cereal that she did. She watched the cook set up a silver tray, two others leaving their tasks and coming over to help.
Silver bowls, painfully polished were set on the tray. Gabrielle picked up a pitcher at random from the silver ones set by and went to the cider barrel, reflecting that Xena’s policy of eating from the common stock was probably a really really smart idea.
Stanislaus entered from the far side of the kitchen. He spotted her and hurried over, inspecting the tray with a jealous eye. “Good morning, Gabrielle.” He greeted her. “Is her Majesty awake, then?”
“Yes, she is.” Gabrielle answered, unable to quite repress a smile.
The seneschal studied her closely. “I see.” He murmured. “I have her day’s schedule. I must confirm it with her.” He bustled off importantly, his status apparently reaffirmed by the previous day’s events.
Gabrielle watched him go, looking around and realizing that the atmosphere was indeed different than it had been the prior few days. There was a quietness… a watchfulness that put her nape hairs up, and made her wonder at what Bregos defeat had really accomplished.
She kept an eye on the cooks as the filled the bowl with steaming porridge, and brought her jug of cider over as she picked up a loaf of warm bread on it’s platter with herb butter and set it next to the cereal as the porridge settled into it’s level. “Some of those fruits, please.” She pointed.
One of the helpers brought her a bowl, and she set it on the tray. Then she picked the silver salver up by it’s handles and turned. She saw all the eyes avert themselves as she walked across the kitchen to the guarded door, two of Xena’s men standing spraddle legged on either side of the bottom stair.
No one came within a body length of her. An awkward silence surrounded Gabrielle as she passed between the guards and started upward, her passage unhindered and unremarked by them.
She got to the top of the stairs in time to see Alaran crossing the round hallway. He was dressed in his court gear, and appeared slightly preoccupied.
He came over to her and inspected the tray, giving it a brief nod. “Did you watch the bowls?” He asked crisply.
Gabrielle nodded.
“Good.” Alaran guided her towards the queen’s outer chamber. He opened the door and stood back to let her pass, then followed her inside and closed the door behind both of them.
Stanislaus was waiting in the chamber, peering out of the window and watching the weather worsen. Xena was nowhere to be seen, which wasn’t surprising since Gabrielle had left the queen in bed. She eased past the seneschal and went to the inner door, bumping it lightly with her hip to open it. “Excuse me.” She gave them both a brief smile, before she disappeared into the inner bedroom, closing them out with a sense of wry pleasure.
Xena looked up as she entered. The queen was still sprawled in bed, the silk top sheet draped over her naked body as she reviewed a scroll. “That was fast.”
“Well.” Gabrielle set the tray down. “It’s not like I had to cook it.”
The queen chuckled. “Can you?”
“Cook?” Gabrielle looked up from her task. “Sure.”
Xena rolled over onto her side and propped her head up on one hand. “Really. Hm.” She considered. “I think I’m going to have you cook dinner for me tonight, then.” She paused, watching the shyly pleased smile cross Gabrielle’s face. “Twice.”
The blond girl paused in mid motion and peered over her shoulder. Her expression was uncertain.
“Yes, that was about sex.” Xena drawled. “Y’know, Gabrielle, you need to get past that shepherd mentality.”
Gabrielle wrinkled her nose, and ended up grinning bashfully at her. “You have some visitors outside.” She indicated the door.
“Too bad.” Xena said. “Let me guess, Alaran and Stanislaus?”
“Yes.”
Xena rolled onto her back and put a hand behind her head. “If I let them stew out there long enough, maybe they’ll come up with something useful to tell me.” She decided. “Is that cereal?”
“Yes.” Gabrielle mixed in some bits of fruit, and some nuts. Then she drizzled a little honey over the thick porridge.
“I hate that.”
“Me, too.” Gabrielle acknowledged. “But if you put enough stuff in it, it’s not that bad.”
“Mmmm….. “ Xena shook her head. “No, no… there’s nothing you could put in that bowl that would entice me to taste it, Gabrielle.” She paused thoughtfully. “Not even if you climbed in, I don’t think.”
Gabrielle’s shoulders shook. “Is that a challenge to my cooking skills?” She asked. “Well, I have some bread and fruit here, too.”
“Tch. Giving up so easily?” Xena found herself enjoying the banter immensely. “C’mon, you can do better than that.”
The slave picked up one of the bowls and approached, kneeling down on the carpet next to the bed with her offering. “Could you just taste it?”
“Grrrrrr….” Xena made a face.
Gabrielle grinned. “Please?”
“If I don’t like it, can I cut one of your fingers off?” The queen slitted her eyes and looked extraordinarily fierce for a naked women under a silk sheet.
“Um.” Gabrielle winced and flexed her hands. “If you really want to, I guess.”
Xena kept her waiting for a few seconds, then finally she spoke. “G’wan, if you dare.” She opened her mouth and lifted her eyebrows invitingly.
Encouraged, Gabrielle picked up the spoon.
“Ah ah ah.” Xena shook her head warningly. She wiggled her fingers.
“Oh.” The slave put the spoon down, then gingerly scooped up a bit of the cereal on her index finger. She paused to make sure it was going to stay there, then boldly extended her hand and delivered the stuff into the queen’s waiting mouth.
Xena’s teeth immediately snapped shut on her finger, and held tight.
Gabrielle’s eyes widened.
The queen grinned wickedly, keeping hold of her while her tongue worked at the bit of cereal. After a moment, she opened her jaws and released Gabrielle’s finger, then swallowed with a look of distinct surprise on her face. “Mm.” She licked her lips. “What did you put in that?”
“Did you like it?” Gabrielle examined her hand, which now had faint but distinct teeth marks on it.
“No I hated it, and I just want to make sure no one ever makes anything that tastes like that again.” Xena remarked dryly. “What did you put in there?”
Gabrielle guessed that she was being teased. “Some apple, walnuts, cinnamon, and honey.” She offered Xena a spoonful. “Did you hate it enough to try another mouthful?”
“Give me that.” Xena captured the bowl from her and pulled herself up in bed, the sheet keeping her only barely modest. “Go get your own.”
Gabrielle got up and went back to the tray, pleased at her success. It had been her one modest skill back at home, since she’d been lousy at just about every other homely craft. She fixed her own bowl and set it aside, then she cut off some slices of bread and spread the herb butter on it. She poured cider into one of the crystal goblets and brought it, and the bread over to Xena’s bedside.
Xena looked up at her as she knelt again. “You know what your problem is?” She asked bluntly. “You’ve got too many clothes on.”
“B..” Gabrielle bit her tongue accidentally. “Ow. Um… it’s cold.”
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