5 sense-XWP-List 2-Love
Title: "Just A Little Push"
Fandom: Xena:Warrior Princess
Pairing: Xena/Gabrielle
Rating: G
List: 2-Love
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I don't own them...I just like to play with them every now and then.
Two figures reclined on opposite sides of the campfire, each of them occupied in her nightly ritual. The warrior worked to repair a rip in one of her gauntlets while the bard was busy writing in one of her scrolls. Unbeknownst to them they had a visitor, an invisible one, but still a visitor. If either had taken the time to glance around the clearing, other than to cast sneaking glances at one another, they just might have detected the faint shimmer of pink light that was Aphrodite, goddess of love.
Aphrodite liked to keep an eye on her two favorite mortals, even though both could be so hard headed at times. ‘What am I going to do with these two?’ she thought to herself. ‘It’s not as if I can hit them over the head with the obvious-been there, tried that, didn’t work.’ she sighed in defeat. ‘Let me take a little listen…see what they’re thinking,’ she thought, and with flourish of her hand, she was privy to the thoughts of the warrior.
‘I really should take this to a blacksmith, my breastplate too. They need some work done to them I can’t fix. Argo needs new shoes too; we really should to stay in the next town for a few days.’
Aphrodite gave a small sigh and shook her head, ‘Warriors…sheesh, that’s not what you need to be thinking about tall, dark and beautiful,’ walking over behind Xena she tapped the warrior on the head ever so slightly.
Xena brushed a hand over her head and looked up at the tree above her head, ‘Must have been an acorn,’ she thought, concentrating once more on the gauntlet. As she worked to pull the needle through the thick leather, she glanced over at her companion. Watching the bard out of the corner of her eye, she noticed her making little faces while working on the scroll.
Grinning at the bard’s obvious concentration, she thought ‘I bet she would like to stay in an inn for a few days. Get out of the weather for awhile; actually have a hot bath for a change.’ Aphrodite rubbed her hands together and smiled with glee, ‘That’s much better Xena, just keep on going with those thoughts.’
‘I really don’t know why she puts up with me or the way we live. She could have so much more if she did not follow me, but then what would I do without her. When did she become so much more to me than just a tag-a-long?’ Xena put the gauntlet down and stared into the flames of their campfire. She had just thought the impossible at least she believed it was, 'Could she love me? Well I know she loves me, she has said it before; can she really be in love with me? Is it possible? I know I love her and I don’t think I could live without her but can she feel the same for me?’
Glancing at the bard again she thought once more, ’Could she?’ the warrior shook her head to clear her thoughts and picked up the fallen gauntlet to continue the repairs.
‘Yes…That’s what I wanted to hear from you,’ Aphrodite chuckled silently; turning to the writing bard, she gave another flourish of her hand, ‘Now little one, let me hear what you’re thinking about.’
‘I sing the song of Xena, a mighty warrior working to redeem herself…’ Gabrielle’s thoughts broadcast.
Aphrodite grumbled again, "No wonder it’s taken so long to get them to see the truth, they never really think about it." Once again…she walked behind the bard and gave her a gentle tap on the head.
Gabrielle looked up from her scroll, “Did you just throw something at me?” She asked Xena.
“No…the acorns are starting to fall," the warrior replied not looking up from her task.
Gabrielle peered up at the tree over them shaking her head; she began to continue with her writing but then decided to watch the warrior work. ‘By the gods, she is so beautiful,’ thought the bard. ‘Why does she put up with me? I’m just a nobody but she makes me feel like I am so much more at times. She puts up with me getting into so much trouble, even though I don’t mean for it to happen, but does she complain; no… just tells me to be more careful. I love her so much.’
With that thought Gabrielle sat up straight, she cocked her head to the side and stared at the warrior, ‘I love her…I am in love with her. Could she feel the same way? Is that why she hasn’t left me, why she puts up with me? Could she?’
"Alright…that’s what I wanted to hear little one." Aphrodite did a quiet little victory dance, ‘Now how am I going to get them to talk finally?’ she wondered.
Just then, Xena spoke up, “So Gabrielle, I was thinking we could stop in the next town for a few days, Argo needs new shoes,” she added quickly, “and maybe we could stay at an inn, you could take a hot bath for a change and maybe practice your storytelling. What do you think?”
Gabrielle thought for a moment, “I think that would be great. I mean if Argo needs new shoes, we might as well stick around for a few days right?” she replied.
“Okay it’s settled we’ll stop in the next town tomorrow. Well I’m turning in, see you in the morning.” Xena answered back.
“Me too…good night Xena.” the bard said as she put away her scrolls and lay down on her bedroll.
As the two women settled into their furs, the goddess of love was coming up with a plan. "Hmm…an inn, a hot tub, and many candles to set the mood, that sounds good to me. I so have my work cut out for me with these two," and with a snap of her fingers she disappeared in a cloud of pink sparkles. Leaving the two women to sleep and ponder their newly found realizations.
Fandom: Xena:Warrior Princess
Pairing: Xena/Gabrielle
Rating: G
List: 2-Love
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I don't own them...I just like to play with them every now and then.
Two figures reclined on opposite sides of the campfire, each of them occupied in her nightly ritual. The warrior worked to repair a rip in one of her gauntlets while the bard was busy writing in one of her scrolls. Unbeknownst to them they had a visitor, an invisible one, but still a visitor. If either had taken the time to glance around the clearing, other than to cast sneaking glances at one another, they just might have detected the faint shimmer of pink light that was Aphrodite, goddess of love.
Aphrodite liked to keep an eye on her two favorite mortals, even though both could be so hard headed at times. ‘What am I going to do with these two?’ she thought to herself. ‘It’s not as if I can hit them over the head with the obvious-been there, tried that, didn’t work.’ she sighed in defeat. ‘Let me take a little listen…see what they’re thinking,’ she thought, and with flourish of her hand, she was privy to the thoughts of the warrior.
‘I really should take this to a blacksmith, my breastplate too. They need some work done to them I can’t fix. Argo needs new shoes too; we really should to stay in the next town for a few days.’
Aphrodite gave a small sigh and shook her head, ‘Warriors…sheesh, that’s not what you need to be thinking about tall, dark and beautiful,’ walking over behind Xena she tapped the warrior on the head ever so slightly.
Xena brushed a hand over her head and looked up at the tree above her head, ‘Must have been an acorn,’ she thought, concentrating once more on the gauntlet. As she worked to pull the needle through the thick leather, she glanced over at her companion. Watching the bard out of the corner of her eye, she noticed her making little faces while working on the scroll.
Grinning at the bard’s obvious concentration, she thought ‘I bet she would like to stay in an inn for a few days. Get out of the weather for awhile; actually have a hot bath for a change.’ Aphrodite rubbed her hands together and smiled with glee, ‘That’s much better Xena, just keep on going with those thoughts.’
‘I really don’t know why she puts up with me or the way we live. She could have so much more if she did not follow me, but then what would I do without her. When did she become so much more to me than just a tag-a-long?’ Xena put the gauntlet down and stared into the flames of their campfire. She had just thought the impossible at least she believed it was, 'Could she love me? Well I know she loves me, she has said it before; can she really be in love with me? Is it possible? I know I love her and I don’t think I could live without her but can she feel the same for me?’
Glancing at the bard again she thought once more, ’Could she?’ the warrior shook her head to clear her thoughts and picked up the fallen gauntlet to continue the repairs.
‘Yes…That’s what I wanted to hear from you,’ Aphrodite chuckled silently; turning to the writing bard, she gave another flourish of her hand, ‘Now little one, let me hear what you’re thinking about.’
‘I sing the song of Xena, a mighty warrior working to redeem herself…’ Gabrielle’s thoughts broadcast.
Aphrodite grumbled again, "No wonder it’s taken so long to get them to see the truth, they never really think about it." Once again…she walked behind the bard and gave her a gentle tap on the head.
Gabrielle looked up from her scroll, “Did you just throw something at me?” She asked Xena.
“No…the acorns are starting to fall," the warrior replied not looking up from her task.
Gabrielle peered up at the tree over them shaking her head; she began to continue with her writing but then decided to watch the warrior work. ‘By the gods, she is so beautiful,’ thought the bard. ‘Why does she put up with me? I’m just a nobody but she makes me feel like I am so much more at times. She puts up with me getting into so much trouble, even though I don’t mean for it to happen, but does she complain; no… just tells me to be more careful. I love her so much.’
With that thought Gabrielle sat up straight, she cocked her head to the side and stared at the warrior, ‘I love her…I am in love with her. Could she feel the same way? Is that why she hasn’t left me, why she puts up with me? Could she?’
"Alright…that’s what I wanted to hear little one." Aphrodite did a quiet little victory dance, ‘Now how am I going to get them to talk finally?’ she wondered.
Just then, Xena spoke up, “So Gabrielle, I was thinking we could stop in the next town for a few days, Argo needs new shoes,” she added quickly, “and maybe we could stay at an inn, you could take a hot bath for a change and maybe practice your storytelling. What do you think?”
Gabrielle thought for a moment, “I think that would be great. I mean if Argo needs new shoes, we might as well stick around for a few days right?” she replied.
“Okay it’s settled we’ll stop in the next town tomorrow. Well I’m turning in, see you in the morning.” Xena answered back.
“Me too…good night Xena.” the bard said as she put away her scrolls and lay down on her bedroll.
As the two women settled into their furs, the goddess of love was coming up with a plan. "Hmm…an inn, a hot tub, and many candles to set the mood, that sounds good to me. I so have my work cut out for me with these two," and with a snap of her fingers she disappeared in a cloud of pink sparkles. Leaving the two women to sleep and ponder their newly found realizations.