Dream a little dream

*** All criticism are welcome; i feel i can only learn to do better from them, so please review after reading. This is my first story i wrote in '95; its taken me this long to gather my courage and post it here. i hope you enjoy it! ***

Chapter 1

Xena poked at the campfire with a small tree branch. Gabrielle wondered why the Warrior had made such a large fire when the summer night’s air was so warm.

“Xena, Come to bed.” the girl beckoned.

Still poking the fire Xena replied “Not yet. Why don’t you go to sleep if you’re tired?”

Xena had been in a brooding foul mood all day. Gabrielle tried to figure out why, but she knew better than to probe too deeply when Xena was feeling like that.

They had been together as lovers since last fall. They had made love every night when they were able to be alone, unless one of them had their monthly ‘curse’. Gabrielle couldn’t sleep unless she felt the Warrior’s caress. She questioned why Xena wouldn’t want to love her tonight. Had she done something wrong? Was her lover tired of her? Every question of insecurity ran through her mind.

“Please Xena, you know I can’t sleep unless you’re near me.” pleaded the bard.

Xena threw the branch into the fire causing sparks to rise upward into the air. She went to lie next to Gabrielle, lying on her side, facing away from the girl.

Gabrielle was shaken. Leaning over the try and see the Warrior’s face she asked “Xena, what’s wrong? Did I do something to upset you?”

“No. It’s nothing you’ve done. I’m just tired. Go to sleep.” Xena said in a flat tone.

“What do you mean ‘go to sleep’? Aren’t you even gonna kiss me goodnight?’ the girl said with hurt in her voice. “I know something is wrong. Tell me. Please.” she implored

Xena turned around to face the bard. Her look was one of great concern. “I’ve got a bad feeling. I’ve been feeling it all day.” the Warrior explained.

“What kind of feeling?’ the bard asked “Is it about us? Are you in some danger? What’s wrong?”

“It’s about you.” answered the Warrior. Judging by the look on Xena’s face the bard knew it was something very bad.

“I’ve got a terrible feeling something is going to happen to you and I can’t stand the thought.” Xena continued as she stroked the girl’s hair. “If anything ever happened to you I’d be lost. I couldn’t go on.”

“Nothing is going to happen to me as long as you’re around. Besides I can take care of myself, you know that.” the bard stated trying to convince both Xena and herself. She knew that when Xena had a premonition something always did happen.

Gabrielle moved closer the Xena’s face; reaching to kiss her lips. Xena could not resist. She needed to feel the girls love, needed to feel her warm body against hers. Wanting to get lost in their private world.

The Warrior’s tongue probed the girl’s lips. As she moved it through the bards soft lips, the girl’s teeth nipped at it, and then returned the kiss with her tongue. Both women became more aroused as their kissed became more urgent.

The Warrior unclasped the girl’s vest and moved her hand to her soft breast. Gabrielle reached up to pull the leather strap from the Warrior’s shoulder, allowing one of Xena’s breasts to escape. She rubbed her palm over the center, causing the Warrior’s nipple to harden. Xena followed suit, causing Gabrielle’s to do the same.

“I can’t get enough of you.” Xena whispered “I love you, I can’t bear the thought of losing you”

“Xena don’t worry so.” the girl said reassuringly, as she pulled her lover closer. She lifted her leg over Xena’s hip pushing her sex on to it, gyrating against the Warrior.

“Take your clothes off, I want all of you tonight.” pleaded the Warrior.

The girl quickly obeyed and lay back down on the bedding waiting for her lover. Xena was naked in a split second. She settled herself between the bard’s legs, slowly thrusting her hips to push her mound onto the girls.

Their kisses became more demanding. The Warrior moved to the girl’s neck and then down to her breasts; kissing the girl’s nipples. Descending the bard’s body; tracing her tongue over the girl’s hard stomach muscles down to her golden curly patch.

Gabrielle moaned “Xena, Xena, I love you so...please, please......

The Warrior slid her tongue into the girl’s abyss. She could feel and taste the girl’s honey wetness. She loved the thought that she could cause the bard to get so wet. She knew she was all hers.

Xena suddenly stopped and lifted her head, pricking her ears, listening in the night. She thought she had heard something in the woods, but all was quiet now “Probably just a rabbit or a deer” she thought, as she continued her task.

Joxer stood frozen behind a large elm tree. He had been searching for them when he saw the campfire. As he approached he heard Gabrielle cry out. Proceeding cautiously, he could see two figures on the ground. He knelt behind the tree listening.

“OH Xena, I love you.” Gabrielle cried out

He could not believe his ears. Sure the women were best friends, but he never imagined this. He could not get a clear view of them, but by the glow of the fire he could see movement. One of the women was on top of the other. He could not move. Not only from the shock of his discovery, but he knew if Xena found him watching she might kill him, or at least hurt him. As for his Gabby, he was heartbroken. ‘‘What a fool I’ve been. I should have known the way those two carried on about each other. They were lovers.” But he continued to listen.

“Oh yes. Right there. Yes! Yes!” exclaimed the bard

Xena was flicking her tongue over the girl’s nerve button; moving her tongue as fast as she could. She parted the girl’s folds with fingers; Forcing her pink swollenness to protrude as she continued to flick her tongue. The bard was in heaven. She thrashed her head about, lifting her hips to get more of herself into the Warrior’s mouth.

“Now.....Now.......Yes.......Xena......XENA!!” the girl cried out as she climaxed.

Joxer was both brokenhearted and aroused at the same time. He felt himself harden.

The Warrior moved to the girl’s lips. Kissing her hard, wanting more. Gabrielle moved swiftly, rolling Xena onto her back. Their lips were still locked together; neither of them wanting to let go. The bard reached down to the Warrior’s mound. She could feel the wetness on her curly hair and slid her fingers into it. The bard moaned. She loved the way her Warrior felt, relishing in the thought that she had caused so much sopping.

The girl entered Xena’s opening, using her index and middle fingers, keeping her thumb free. She rubbed her thumb on the Warrior’s nerve button, while she continued to enter and withdraw her fingers from the Warrior.

Xena groaned “Gabrielle.....Gabrielle....Please...faster.....mmmmm...Yes! Yes!”

Joxer couldn’t contain himself. He needed release. Using his hand, he began to rub himself, fantasizing of Gabrielle. It didn’t take long before it was over for both him and Xena.

The clamor at the campsite quieted. Joxer quickly fell asleep behind the tree.

“I love you so.” The Warrior murmured as she held the bard in her strong arms “I want to stay like this forever. I want to keep you safe”

The bard did feel safe in her lover’s arms. She was home no matter where they traveled. She snuggled closer resting her head on Xena’s chest, finally able to sleep.

Joxer awoke. It was still dark and he assumed he had been asleep for an hour or so. He wanted to leave. He didn’t want the women to know he had seen them, but he needed to get Xena’s help.
He jumped to his feet, making all the noise he could.

Xena jumped up, sword in hand; Ready to defend her bard and herself.

“Joxer, is that you?” she asked as she tried to make out his shadowy figure.

“Yes it’s me Xena” he yelled out. “I’ve been searching for you two all day” he continued as he noisily got closer. He could see Gabrielle was still on the ground, under the blankets. He could tell she was naked, and diverted his eyes back to Xena. He almost choked as he saw the Warrior was standing there naked too. He didn’t know where to look.

Gabrielle was a bit embarrassed. Although she was covered, she was still felt naked. She wasn’t sure how she was going to dress and not let on to Joxer she and Xena were sleeping together. She also wondered how long Joxer was near their campsite, and if he had seen any of their lovemaking.


“What’s wrong?” Xena asked of Joxer as she slipped on her leathers, totally un-bothered by her nakedness.

“I’ve just come from a village about five miles to the west of here. Some Warlord came through and killed all of the men, old and young. I did what I could, but I thought you would be better equipped to help them.”

“Do you know which Warlord?” Xena questioned

“No one in the village knew his name. All they saw was someone dressed in black leather from head to toe, riding a black stallion. His helmet had two large elk horns protruding from the top and he seemed to disappear before their eyes into the dark night.

“What about his men? Was there anything unusual?” Xena probed further

“Yeah, they told me the solders all seemed like they were in a trance. One of the villagers cut through the arm of one and the guy didn’t flinch. He just kept going.” Joxer recalled.

Xena’s face darkened, “Veronika” Xena hissed. “What was she doing this far south?”

“Who’s Veronika?’ asked Gabrielle

“She’s a warlord from one of the Norse countries. I’ve heard tales of her horrible deeds, but she usually attacks in the northern regions. I’ve also heard she has powers. Special powers.” Xena emphasized.

“So, he’s a she, huh. What kind of special powers are we talking about anyway?” Joxer asked

“Powers of Dream Walking. She has the ability to get into people’s dreams when they sleep and make them do whatever she wishes. All she needs is a personal object belonging to you. Then she casts her spell.” Xena continued. “Once under it, no one can wake you except for her. You’ll die if someone else does.”

Both women looked at each, both remembering Xena’s premonition. “I’d better scout the area; maybe I can find some sign of where she’s holding up. Gabrielle, put out the fire and pack up our things, I’ll be back as soon as I can” Xena ordered.

The bard was still laying in her bedroll, naked. Getting the Warrior’s attention, she made reminding expressions with her eyes to Xena, trying to tell her she couldn’t get up because Joxer was there. Xena realized her dilemma and asked Joxer to saddle Argo for her. He was happy to do so, he was embarrassed enough just thinking about what he had witnessed earlier.
Xena mounted Argo “Gabrielle, stay here with Joxer. Just be ready to leave when I return” She hated to leave the girl, but she had no choice, it was too dangerous. At least she wasn’t leaving her alone this time.

Gabrielle watched the Warrior ride away. She hated it when Xena didn’t take her along.

Xena had been gone for an hour or so. Gabrielle and Joxer packed up their bedrolls and doused the fire. They sat on a log patiently waiting for Xena’s return.

Joxer was clearly jittery. He didn’t know what to say to the young girl.

“Joxer is something wrong?” asked Gabrielle with some concern.

“Uh...No...Not really. I guess I’m nervous about that Veronika person.” he answered anxiously

“Are you sure it’s nothing more?” Gabrielle probed. She needed to know if he had seen them, she wanted to get her relationship with the Warrior out in the open, didn’t want to hide it anymore.

Suddenly they heard a horse approaching; they stood up expecting to see Xena. Instead they saw a black stallion, it’s rider in black leather. As the rider approached, Gabrielle grabbed her staff. Joxer pulled his sword.

The stallion snorted and whinnied. The rider stood quietly staring at the pair. She moved closer toward Gabrielle. Joxer charged the rider attempting to protect the young girl, but was stopped by a boot to his chest. He fell on the ground, gasping for air and passed out.

The young girl readied her stance as the hooded warrior stopped before her. Gabrielle could not make out the rider’s eyes behind the black leather mask. The rider reached up and pulled off the helmet. Gabrielle’s eyes widened. The woman’s hair was as white as the snow on Mount Olympus and cut very short. Her face had chiseled features, much like those of a Grecian statue. She wasn’t beautiful, she was handsome, and her eyes were piercing and blue, as blue as the Bard’s Warrior, except they lacked life.

“My, aren’t we the brave one.” mocked the rider. “Are you planning on defeating me with that little stick?”

Gabrielle stepped back, getting prepared to run. Xena had taught her if she was out numbered or overwhelmed her first instinct should be to run away from the danger.

But the rider was too fast. She reached down and snatched the girl’s staff right out of her hands, causing the bard to fall onto the ground.

“You certainly are a beauty little one. How come there’s no one to protect such an extraordinary creature?” Veronika sneered

“I can take care of myself.” Gabrielle said bravely. “Besides, I have a friend who’ll wipe that grin off your face.”

“You mean that piss-ant of a man lying in a heap?’ Veronika hissed
“NO. My friend’s name is Xena” Gabrielle said proudly

“The Warrior Princess? She’s your protector?” the rider laughed.

Leaning down from her steed she murmured to the girl “I bet she’s more than your protector. Tell me, does she make you wet? Does she make you scream her name?”

The young girl blushed. Joxer pretended he was still unconscious.


From the depths of the forest they heard “Ai Ai Eeeee lalallala Eeeeee” Xena had returned. Argo was in full gallop heading for the campsite.


The black leathered warrior hissed at the young girl “This isn’t over my lovely. You’ll be seeing more of me and I know I’ll be seeing more of you.” She turned her horse and rode into the darkness of the forest, disappearing.

Xena screeched Argo to a halt and did a backward flip out of the saddle landing upright next to Gabrielle. “Are you all right?’ she asked breathless with deep concern.

The girl reassured her she was unhurt. They went to check on Joxer. He was still groggy, but had no serious injuries.

“What happened? What did she say to you?” the Warrior questioned.

“Xena, she took my staff.” Gabrielle sighed; Fright showing in her eyes.

The Warrior’s eyes widened. Trying not to frighten the girl anymore than necessary, and said reassuringly “It’s OK. Gabrielle, everything is going to be all right. I promise”

They looked into each others eyes, both wanting to kiss and comfort the other; Holding back because Joxer was standing there with them.

All the Warrior could do was hold the bard in her arms, pressing the girl’s face against her breasts. Xena’s face reflected the pain and torment in her heart at the thought that her love was in danger. Danger she may not be able to save her from.

“Let’s get out of here. We should get to someplace safe” suggested the Warrior.

They headed for the desolated village, knowing Veronika would not return there. Xena and Gabrielle rode on the horse’s back while Joxer followed by foot.

As they rode, Xena could feel Gabrielle’s soft cheek pressed against her back. She felt a longing deep inside herself for her lover. Wanting to hold and kiss the girl. Gabrielle moved her lips to Xena’s flesh, kissing her between the shoulder blades.

The Warrior moaned as she felt the thrill of her kiss cause her body to loose control. She could not stand it anymore. She had to have her. Had to have her Now!
She waited for Joxer to catch up to them “Joxer, do me a favor; run on ahead to the village, I want to scout around some more before we get there.”

Gabrielle squeezed the Warrior tighter around the waist, knowing Xena had a different purpose in mind.

As they watched Joxer disappear over the ridge, Xena turned her body so she could meet the girl’s lips. Their kiss was intense. Their longing to comfort one another was powerful.

Xena moved them further into the forest. The girl dismounted and was quickly followed by the Warrior. The urgency and passion of their kisses brought both women cascading to the ground.

Tongues searching, hands groping, bodies gyrating, both of them breathless; pulling at their clothing removing them as best they could.

Gabrielle moved to straddle the Warrior, continuing to rotate her hips; her wetness against Xena’s mound. She began inching her body upward, moving her treasure closer and closer to the Warriors face. Her legs now straddled the Warrior’s neck. Xena moaned as her lips met with the girl’s crevice. The bard arched her back as she felt Xena’s tongue enter her. The Warrior hungrily lapped at the girl’s hot, wet flesh.

“Xena. Wait” the girl whimpered as she moved herself away from Xena’s lips. “I want to please you too.” she continued.

Gabrielle repositioned herself so that she could reach the Warrior’s mound, kissing it as it came within reach. Xena knew what the girl wanted. Laying head to toe, the Warrior continued her task, while the bard began hers.

Each of them moving their mouths and tongues in unison; What ever the bard did, the Warrior followed. First circling their nerve buttons with their tongues, then flicking at the elongated member, and finally entering each other.

Xena held back her release, waiting for a sign that the bard was about to end. As she felt the girl’s passion about to explode; she allowed herself to finally feel the waves of pleasure; both of them climaxing together.

Dislodging her self, Xena moved so she could cuddle the girl in her arms. They laid quietly in each others arms while the swells of pleasure subsided.

“Xena? What’s going to happen? She took my staff. I can’t stay awake forever. She’ll get into my dreams. How are we going to fight this?” the bard ran all the questions into one.

But Xena had no answers for the young girl. She had questions of her own.