Kat Lee (katleept) wrote,
Kat Lee

Crack the Horse

Title: Crack the Horse
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Xena, Warrior Princess
Character/Pairing: Xena/Gabrielle
Rating: R/M
Challenge/Prompt: 1_million_words Weekend Challenge: Crack the Horse (mascot)
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 1,074
Date Written: 25 March 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.

Part of what Gabrielle loved the most about being with Xena was the constant new experiences her lover gave her. It wasn’t just the adventures out in the open, saving lives and sometimes the world. It was also the adventures behind closed doors -- and sometimes not necessarily closed doors. Since they had first consummated their relationship, she had taken her in a barn, out in the middle of a meadow on a sunny day, against the wall behind a shop in a busy city where they were both strangers and again in a place weren’t quite as much strangers, and on top of both tables and bars when the taverns had been closed. They were quickly running out of new places and positions.

They were contemplating that exact situation one day when Xena, with a mischievous grin lighting her face and eyes, remarked, “We haven’t cracked the horse yet.”

“Excuse me?” Gabrielle said. “Horse? You mean whip?”

“No. Gabby, you know I’ll never hurt you. I mean horse. Bareback. Riding together, naked, without a saddle while -- “

“No way,” Gabrielle breathed shakily, backing away from the excited Warrior Princess. “You are not getting me near that beast!”

“Oh, come on, you know Argo’s a good boy!”

“He may be for you, but he doesn’t like me!”

“He’ll do it for us both.” Xena shrugged. “Rather or not it’s because I want him to doesn’t really matter.”

“Yes, it does! I don’t want him throwing me, especially when I’m naked and -- “ Her words stopped for, before her very eyes, Xena was beginning to undress. She quickly shed her armor, then dropped the straps of her dress. “Xena! I am not -- “

“Yes, you are,” Xena said and grinned the way she always grinned when her mind had been messed with and was not her own.

Gabrielle gulped. “Xena -- “

“You won’t regret it, I promise.” Grabbing Gabrielle’s hand, Xena tugged her to where Argo waited, patiently chewing grass. Letting go of Gabrielle’s hand, Xena swiftly stripped the rest of the way before approaching Argo and producing an apple from where Gabrielle wasn’t at all certain she wanted to know.

“Here, boy,” Xena coaxed her horse, holding the shiny, red apple out in front of him. Argo lipped the apple and licked her palm a little as he chewed.

Gabrielle eyed Xena and the horse, shaking her blonde head. She could see no way for this to end good, but there was Xena, naked and beautiful and wanting her. Xena turned, still letting Argo eat from her bare palm, and looked with silent, pleading eyes back to Gabrielle.

Gabrielle sighed and shook her head again. “The things I do for you,” she muttered as she began to undress.

Xena grinned and shrugged back at her. “You journey the countryside with me every day.”

Gabby made a face. “Don’t start sounding like Joxer -- “

Xena looked disgusted. “Never.” After a pause, she added, “But you do and you fight monsters and Gods and everything else right along with me, Gabby. What’s a little horseback ride?”

“A good way to break my neck,” Gabrielle retorted, “or . . . other parts . . . “

“I won’t let that happen,” Xena vowed, walking back to her now that Argo had lipped up the last bits of his apple. She took her hands in hers and gazed solemnly down into her green eyes. “You don’t trust Argo. That’s okay. But trust me.”

“I do trust you, Xena, always -- “

“Then you should know I won’t let him do anything bad to you.”

Gabrielle huffed but didn’t protest again. How could she when she knew Xena would always risk even her very soul to protect her? She’d never let anybody harm her, rather it was a dark God or a horse. “Fine, fine,” she muttered, breaking eye contact with her heroine and looking down. “Let’s get this over with.”

Xena called Argo to them, then helped Gabrielle to mount. She never released her left hand as she mounted directly behind her. “Hold to his mane,” she whispered in Gabrielle’s ear before lipping its high arch. She ran her tongue into her canal and then nibbled her lobe. Gabrielle sighed, giving in to the emotions Xena was already stirring within her, and nestled her fingers into Argo’s mane.

“Not like that,” Xena whispered, reaching up and cupping Gabrielle’s bare breasts. She caressed her tender flesh and ran the pads of her thumbs over her hardening nipples. “Harder.” She bounced against her back, making sure there was no space left between them, but the momentum caused Gabby to spook just a little, fearing she might yet fall off the beast. She grabbed his mane in both hands.

The moment Xena was certain Gabrielle had a good hold, she nudged Argo forward with her bare feet gently pressing against the horse’s sides. Her loyal steed took off at a brisk canter. Gabrielle’s breasts stiffened in Xena’s hands, and her breathing became labored. “It’s going to be fine,” Xena whispered into her ear. She released her lobe and ran her tongue over her ear and down the side of her throat.

She sucked at her neck, her skillful hands building Gabrielle’s passion until her labored breathing changed pace, becoming faster as her need replaced her fear. Xena’s hands drifted steadily lower as they traveled together through the night. She ran her hands down Gabrielle’s stomach before brushing her first dark curls with the backs of her fingernails. “Lean into me,” she coaxed Gabby, and as Gabrielle leaned back, Xena twisted her neck so that she could kiss her.

Her tongue slipped into her mouth, building their passion more. She danced with her tongue, feeling Gabrielle’s hot breath quicken more as she simultaneously kissed her and caressed her dark, damp curls. She withdrew her tongue, then slid it back into Gabrielle’s mouth and arounds hers again. In and out, she darted with her tongue before her fingers started the same motion down below.

Gabrielle’s soft cries of pleasure and passion rang through the night. Argo snorted, but Gabby didn’t even notice the horse now. She was in Xena’s hands. She was safe and, best of all, loved. She had been a fool to doubt her for even a second, and she knew now, even more than before, that wherever Xena went, whatever she wanted to do, she’d always follow her, on foot or on horse, for right here with her Warrior Princess was exactly where she belonged.

The End
Tags: xena: xena/gabby
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