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There’s something about making Gabrielle curse during sex that turns Xena absolutely feral. Three fingers deep, pushing her into the wall, all she wants is to make sure Gabrielle knows exactly who she belongs to—and every one of her curses assures her that it’s working.
“Fuck,” Gabrielle gasps, rutting her hips into Xena’s hand, arms wrapped around her shoulders and panting into her throat, “Fuck, fuck, fuck—”
It’s not like Gabrielle was ever delicate and ladylike. From the beginning of their acquaintance, she was rough and tumble, eager to get in on the action, more likely to skin her knees than brush her hair. But she was also innocent and pure and feminine in a way that made Xena salivate. There were nights when she lay in her bedroll, touching herself, fighting to keep quiet as she imagined scenarios of Gabrielle under her hands, utterly debauched. In those fantasies, Gabrielle was loud, begging, cursing.
The reality does not disappoint.
Xena grabs the silky hair at the nape of her neck, pulling her head back so she can kiss her, hard. Their tongues battle, furious and devouring. Hell must still have some whispery grip on them because they have no inhibitions, no self-control. Somewhere nearby Virgil is cleaning up—he can probably hear what’s happening two halls away. And Xena doesn’t care. She wants him to hear.
“He got you worked up, didn’t he?” Xena taunts her, curling her fingers in wetness and heat.
“You got me worked up,” Gabrielle answers, biting Xena’s lip and tugging hard. “I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”
Xena distinctly remembers several times when Gabrielle seemed to have eyes for no one but Virgil—but she also remembers the dance floor, how Gabrielle came to her at once, a moth to a flame, her beauty and sensuality so exquisite that for a moment the dark mist of encroaching hell parted enough for Xena to feel again her deep, aching tenderness for this woman. She had called Gabrielle to her with an outstretched hand and a smoldering look, tugging the thread of possession she had on her, and it was as much to show Virgil who the younger woman belonged to, as it was to entice Lucifer. But underneath both those objectives, she simply couldn’t look away—she had to touch what was hers.
Later, when Xena accused her of wanting to burn with Virgil, Gabrielle’s provocative little, “So?” was as clear an invitation to reassert her claim as Xena had ever gotten from her. Not that they could act on it at the time. But yes, she supposes she is the one who gets Gabrielle worked up.
Still, this game is fun.
“I think you liked having that hard, young body against yours,” she teases.
“You’re the one who told me to seduce him so Lucifer would think you were availa—oh, fuck, right there, Xena, fuck—”
Her thighs are trembling, one of them shoved against Xena’s cunt, and Xena growls her pleasure, seeking friction even as her fingers seek out every sensitive spot on Gabrielle’s addictive body.
“Just think,” Xena whispers against her lips. “You could have had him under you. He would have done it in an instant. I know you think he’s attractive. Imagine him, sliding into you,” she punctuates this with a slower, deeper thrust of her fingers, relishing Gabrielle’s high-pitched whine. “Imagine yourself, riding him into the ground, taking everything you want.”
Gabrielle cries out, cursing over and over, coming so hard that Xena’s fingers almost go numb. The tightness of her never ceases to amaze, the strength in her small body never ceases to excite. Unwilling to go without her own pleasure, still full of the selfishness of hell, Xena gives her no chance to recover. She shoves her down on her knees, and Gabrielle doesn’t hesitate. Xena braces herself on the wall as Gabrielle’s hungry little tongue slips between her legs. Xena gasps, shuddering.
“Looks like you got pretty hot for the devil,” Gabrielle goads her, competitive as usual.
Xena grabs her hair, pushing her face into her sex, and Gabrielle goes willingly. Gods, her tongue is so perfect. She knows just what to do. She forces her fingers between Xena’s legs, sliding inside her and fucking her as she licks her.
“Fuck, Xena,” she says, voice muffled, shoulders flexing. “Fuck, Xena, come for me.”
To think, she could have lost this to become a ruler in hell. Oh, no, never. Gabrielle is the only kingdom she wants to rule, and Gabrielle is her forever ruler.
“Yes,” Xena gasps, orgasm blazing through her. “Yes!”
Afterwards, when she has collapsed down into Gabrielle’s arms, both of them panting, Gabrielle seems capable of only one delicious word.
“Fuck…”