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The bard gulped, nodding slowly as she stepped back. “Oh no, Xena, we’re even now, right? You caught me. I pushed you. That means an even score!”
The warrior smirked, already making her way back to camp. “You forgot, Gab…” Xena turned to face the blonde. “I play dirty…”
Hours later, as the two warriors were sitting by the camp fire, gazing up at the stars as they always do at night time, the bard couldn’t help but feel nervous, a nasty feeling habing settled in the pit of her stomach. It could either be her fear of the warrior princess’ revenge or the fact that Xena cooked the food for once, Gabrielle was already hesitant to eat the food, yet her stomach grumbling overpowered the suspicious feeling. After all, Xena ate the exact same thing ad she seems fine. The bard, however, was constantly on edge.get her revenge It was her birthday all over again, constantly scared Xena would prank her. After all, as the warrior had resided her of so eagerly earlier, Xena plays dirty.
“Here.” Xena handed the bard the last bits of her food, something she rarely did. How suspicious.
“Oh, no. I am not falling for that, Xena. What did you do with it, huh? Poisoned it?”
“I just ate some of it, Gabrielle. I didn’t poison anything.”
“You know, Xena. A poisoned traveling companion means a dead one. That means traveling alone. That doesn’t seem equal to me pushing you in the dirt.”
The warrior sighed, rolling those heavily blue orbs of hers as she ate the last piece of the delicious meat. Gabrielle watched in awe, licking her lips and laying her ‘sailor hands’, as Xena called them, across her abs. The bard pouted as she watched Xena relish the last bits of food.
“Well, look at that. It’s not poisoned.” Xena smirked. She licked her fingers afterwards, and Gabrielle, strangely enough, had a hard time tearing her gaze from the warrior’s pink tongue and beautiful lips.
Eventually the bard lay down on the soft furs, now gazing at the stars and the beautiful night sky. Soon the warrior lay beside her, their arms touching.
Funny, Gabriele thought. How each time she seemed to touch Xena, it felt almost electric.
As she thought of all the warrior’s beautiful features the bard grew tired, and her eyelids grew heavy. Soon they closed. The last thing Gabrielle remembered was the warrior softly saying good night to her, followed by a soft kiss placed on her cheek. The bard snuggled into the warm body next to her, smiling as she fell into a deep sleep.