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tamingthemuseWorking Title: Beautiful Boob Footage
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Xena, Warrior Princess
Character/Pairing: Xena/Gabrielle, one-sided Ares/Xena
Rating: Soft R/M
Challenge: #420: Flail
Warning(s): Crackish
Word Count: 630
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
"I don't know why You always have to do this," Gabrielle commented irritably, her green eyes not straying from the action before herself and the One to whom she spoke so angrily. She and her lover had been enjoying a wonderful, peaceful day with just each other's company and the horses when a group of warlords or, more aptly, wannabe warlords had come charging into their area of the forest. Gabrielle had quickly pulled on clothes, but Xena hadn't bothered. Now she watched her lover in all of her natural, five foot ten inches glory beating the mess out of those same warlords.
She wasn't alone. Xena's elbow flew back into one of the men's stomachs, knocking the wind out of him. She grabbed his sword as he went down and used it to knock down three more. She tossed it toward Gabrielle, who naturally caught it, and took the flail from another guy who thought he was impressive while swinging it around in preparation to hit her.
Unlike the young thug, Xena truly was impressive. Raising it high, she set it into a whirling motion, but the flail wasn't the only thing jiggling around in a great, arcing motion. Gabrielle let her blonde head move in circles as she watched Xena's natural beauty. The warlords who were still standing all ceased their attempts at battle and watched the renowned warrioress. Standing behind Gabrielle, Ares smirked. "Do you really need to ask me that question?"
Heat flushed Gabby's cheeks, and she turned to him as Xena took out the rest of his little gang. "My turn now," the God of War declared, happily starting forward, but Gabby smacked him in the chest with her bo staff. "Fine," he remarked. "I'll deal with you first." His dark eyes, however, trailed back to Xena's chest. "Then I'll get the beautiful boob footage."
"That's my woman you're talking about!" Gabrielle exclaimed, hitting Him again. "How many times do we have to tell you we're not interested in becoming a threesome?" She emphasized each word with another blow.
Ares chuckled as He held His hands out against staff. He could easily have her on her back, and they both knew it. "I'd rather just be One on one," He told her.
"Over my dead body!" Gabrielle attacked, but as her blows sent the War God staggering backwards, they both knew the real reason why He would never take her out. If He did, Xena would never forgive Him, and what congenial relationship they did have would shatter. He knew, too, that Xena would have little reason left to fight, and He did so love to see her fight.
It was years later, and many other lifetimes past, before the bard heard anything similar to the strange term Ares had used that sunny afternoon. She gaped at the commercial with the talking dog advertising baked beans as she felt a strange shiver slither down her spine. "Hey, Lucy!" she called, clicking off the television.
"What is it, sweetheart?" the brunette asked the blonde as she joined her in the shower.
She shrugged as she took her into her hands, soapy goodness and all. "I'm suddenly in the mood for some beautiful boob footage." She made a face. "I have no idea where that term came from."
Her girlfriend laughed. "That puts a new spin on that commercial." Her hands came to rest on her shoulders. "But, like their family recipe, I'm not for sale."
"You are for me."
"No," she corrected, "for you, I'm free, always."
Her mouth lowered onto hers, and as the lovers began to kiss in the shower, a certain War God looked on from another dimension with the same sly grin he'd worn hundreds of years before. "Ah," He commented happily, "beautiful boob footage!"
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Xena, Warrior Princess
Character/Pairing: Xena/Gabrielle, one-sided Ares/Xena
Rating: Soft R/M
Challenge: #420: Flail
Warning(s): Crackish
Word Count: 630
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
"I don't know why You always have to do this," Gabrielle commented irritably, her green eyes not straying from the action before herself and the One to whom she spoke so angrily. She and her lover had been enjoying a wonderful, peaceful day with just each other's company and the horses when a group of warlords or, more aptly, wannabe warlords had come charging into their area of the forest. Gabrielle had quickly pulled on clothes, but Xena hadn't bothered. Now she watched her lover in all of her natural, five foot ten inches glory beating the mess out of those same warlords.
She wasn't alone. Xena's elbow flew back into one of the men's stomachs, knocking the wind out of him. She grabbed his sword as he went down and used it to knock down three more. She tossed it toward Gabrielle, who naturally caught it, and took the flail from another guy who thought he was impressive while swinging it around in preparation to hit her.
Unlike the young thug, Xena truly was impressive. Raising it high, she set it into a whirling motion, but the flail wasn't the only thing jiggling around in a great, arcing motion. Gabrielle let her blonde head move in circles as she watched Xena's natural beauty. The warlords who were still standing all ceased their attempts at battle and watched the renowned warrioress. Standing behind Gabrielle, Ares smirked. "Do you really need to ask me that question?"
Heat flushed Gabby's cheeks, and she turned to him as Xena took out the rest of his little gang. "My turn now," the God of War declared, happily starting forward, but Gabby smacked him in the chest with her bo staff. "Fine," he remarked. "I'll deal with you first." His dark eyes, however, trailed back to Xena's chest. "Then I'll get the beautiful boob footage."
"That's my woman you're talking about!" Gabrielle exclaimed, hitting Him again. "How many times do we have to tell you we're not interested in becoming a threesome?" She emphasized each word with another blow.
Ares chuckled as He held His hands out against staff. He could easily have her on her back, and they both knew it. "I'd rather just be One on one," He told her.
"Over my dead body!" Gabrielle attacked, but as her blows sent the War God staggering backwards, they both knew the real reason why He would never take her out. If He did, Xena would never forgive Him, and what congenial relationship they did have would shatter. He knew, too, that Xena would have little reason left to fight, and He did so love to see her fight.
It was years later, and many other lifetimes past, before the bard heard anything similar to the strange term Ares had used that sunny afternoon. She gaped at the commercial with the talking dog advertising baked beans as she felt a strange shiver slither down her spine. "Hey, Lucy!" she called, clicking off the television.
"What is it, sweetheart?" the brunette asked the blonde as she joined her in the shower.
She shrugged as she took her into her hands, soapy goodness and all. "I'm suddenly in the mood for some beautiful boob footage." She made a face. "I have no idea where that term came from."
Her girlfriend laughed. "That puts a new spin on that commercial." Her hands came to rest on her shoulders. "But, like their family recipe, I'm not for sale."
"You are for me."
"No," she corrected, "for you, I'm free, always."
Her mouth lowered onto hers, and as the lovers began to kiss in the shower, a certain War God looked on from another dimension with the same sly grin he'd worn hundreds of years before. "Ah," He commented happily, "beautiful boob footage!"
The End
