Massaging Gabrielle’s lower back, Xena dipped her hand a little further to her companion’s behind. That cute, unsuspecting thing. She groaned desperately as she kneaded it in her hand, moving her lips to Gabrielle’s other breast. Kneading the sensitive nipple with her lips. Teasing it with her teeth.

”I want … I want … Ughh my legs …” Gabrielle whimpered, spreading them uncontrollably. She couldn’t explain the feeling to herself, but she wanted them open.

Xena smiled at the way Gabrielle’s lip trembled before turning onto her back, and pulling the smaller woman on top. Xena figured it was best she had the disadvantage of no leverage or she was worried she might be too rough with her sweet, inexperienced new lover. Was Gabrielle to be her lover? Surely it could not be happening so fluidly, but then it was.

”How is that?” Xena finally panted, hands on Gabrielle’s hips as the bard straddled her own. She even pushed them up once more, but only so that Gabrielle might feel that wonderful friction again.

”Mhhhh … Xena …” Gabrielle whispered, falling on top of her with such little strength that she couldn’t even brace herself on her arms. She just held onto Xena as the warrior smiled into the soft blond hair, inhaling by her companion’s neck as an aphrodisiac on its own.

Gabrielle rocked with more energy when Xena’s hands fells to her backside, encouraging the movements and her warrior’s desperation.

”You like that?” Xena breathed seductively.

”Yes … YES …”

”And I haven’t even stripped you yet-”

”Ahh!” Gabrielle squeaked, Xena’s words getting to her just as quickly as a kiss or a touch. Xena’s confident attitude was arousing her to no end.

”Yeah …”

”Will you … get on top of me?” Gabrielle panted, down into Xena’s ear, catching some of the dark hair in her mouth. She didn’t even notice the inconvenience because of the pleasure that was building so quickly inside of her.

”No … I’m gonna hurt you,” Xena mumbled, getting off on the way Gabrielle was riding her so hungrily.

”No … I wanna feel it …”

”This?” Xena smirked, bringing her hand up the inside of Gabrielle’s thigh to the fabric of her simple undergarment. She breathed in with a hiss as she felt Gabrielle through the material, quickly pulling it down, under the skirt. She couldn’t wait until it was taken off – stripped from the vivacious, teasing blond.