Xena fic - Guilty Pleasures
Title: Guilty Pleasures
Fandom: Xena
Pairing: Gabrielle/Callisto (yeah, you read that right!)
Rating: oh my…um, is raunchy a category?
A/N: I guess this is kind of for Sofia. She needed some smut and she has a thing for Callisto, so… *wg* The story was inspired by the pic above.
A/N2: I wrote this in less than an hour so the quality of my writing may really suck. My apologies. This kind of hit me out of nowhere so any mistakes are definitely mine. BTW, I’ve never written Callisto before either.
Warning: Gabrielle is a bad, bad girl in this! If you like her innocent, turn away now.
Disclaimer: Don’t own a thing, but my dirty mind.
I felt the rush overtake my body as she held the dagger to my throat. Part of me knew I should be mourning the death of Perdicus, it was what was expected, but I had stopped thinking about him a long time ago. Xena wasn’t even here to save me now, and I was actually glad. I was sick of being seen as the fragile little girl, some innocent that she needed to protect from all the bad in the world. She didn’t know the thoughts that ran through my head. She had no idea the times I’ve watched her naked skin glistening as she stepped from a lake or imagined her fingers tracing lines of fire across my skin, pushing into me with a fierceness that made me shake with need.
No, Xena had no idea that I’m glad she wasn’t here right now to see what I’m about to do. I licked my lips savoring the moment, knowing it would take little to convince this woman to take me hard and quickly. She saw the change and evil glint in my eye and smirked. With a flick of my wrist, the dagger flew across the room clattering to the floor. I barely noticed the reverberation through the cave as my vision tunneled into one lone image. Those lips.
I lunged at Callisto, grabbing her roughly by the back of her neck, and wasted no time plunging my tongue into her hot mouth. She moaned and struggled beneath me as I pushed her to the cave floor, ripping at her clothes. She jerked away and smirked, “I take it this is a side Xena hasn’t seen yet.”
Without thought, I slapped her hard, “Don’t mention her name. I don’t want to hear it right now.”
Callisto licked at the trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth, the look of shock turning rapidly into lust, “Then what DO you want.”
I slid back off of her and slowly stood up, looking down at her with an icy glare. This wasn’t love. It wasn’t even lust. It was a need, a craving, and there was no one else that I knew that could give it to me right now. I walked back until I bumped into a large boulder. Turning, I stretched myself across the rock, face down. Looking back, I saw a wicked smile spread across Callisto’s lips.
“Oh, you are one naughty little girl, aren’t you?”
Giving her one last look of warning, I turned away from her, “It’s not your mouth I want. You know what to do.”
She pushed between my shoulder blades, holding me down with one hand, and the other ripped at the thin material covering me under my skirt. I felt the blood rush from every part of my body into this one point, the slow, steady pulse becoming almost unbearable, until I felt two fingers enter me roughly.
“Augghh…oh gods,” tears came to my eyes at the sudden sensation, and my fingers dug helplessly at the rock as I felt her slide out and plunge back in.
“Is this what you want? Is this what you need, have needed for so long?” I try hard to muffle the moans tumbling out of me, but she adds another finger as she reaches up to yank back on my hair. “Tell me.”
“Yes,” my strangled cry makes the word barely audible. She lets my hair go and pushes me back down. She continues to pump into me, harder and harder with each thrust. I’m sure I’m going to break into, but I can’t stop now. I try desperately to move my hips, to meet the thrusts, as she backs off, playing with me.
“Don’t you dare fucking tease me! Finish it!” She moves her hand off my back, gripping my hip, allowing me freedom to move, and I do. I start bucking wildly onto her hand, groaning until I feel the tingle of an orgasm beginning. With one last thrust, I tighten down on the hand inside of me, feeling the relief flood through my body. She doesn’t wait until the pulsing subsides before removing her fingers. She doesn’t wait for the awkward moments after or even expect anything in return. She simply turns and leaves, and for that, I’m grateful.