Dipping my toe in the authors' pool... (yikes)
OK, so those few of you who know me on LJ know I'm not a writer, I'm a reader, and a beta. Well - I was going through some old boxes at home and I found a little ficlet I wrote many, many moons ago (12-15 years?) when Xena was in its heyday. Ahhh, the golden years. :oD Anyway, you're all so courageous throwing your creations out there for all to see, so I thought I would honor that, and IDF, and post this little thingy, then duck for cover.
Let's see, what do guys usually say here?
Title: "Untitled"
Fandom: Xenaverse
Pairing: Ephiny/OFC
Rating: weak PG probably
Disclaimer: Oh, if I ever owned any part of XWP, you can be sure that it would still be on the air today. ;) Kudos to Tapert, RenPic, Flat Earth, etc.
Author's Note #1: Absolutely the first ever fanfic I've ever written, and am now posting. (gulp) I found this scribbled little ficlet, and to do it and my younger self justice, I am leaving it just as I wrote it way back when. As a beta, that's pretty hard for me, but while I don't envision ever turning into a writer, constructive criticism is welcome.
Author's Note #2: I always wanted Ephiny to find a partner; she went the centaur route, and I'm pretty sure if Xena had... stayed 'away' ...she and Gabrielle would have gotten together. Anyway, I think that's why this story came to me.
Author's Note #3: My intended backstory for the OFC is that she's a non-Amazon that Xena and Gabrielle encountered and brought to live with the Amazons, she proves herself over time, and gets adopted into their official ranks.
Author's Note #4: Really, I know this is amateur stuff, but I figured 'what the heck?' Good grief, this is nerve-wracking. The content and style of this fic were definitely influenced by all the Xenafic I was reading back in the day. OK, let me figure out how to upload this here bit and off you go.
One last thing: Thanks to fortunata13 for the encouragement!
We’re lying on the comfortable bed, still asleep after a night of sporadic but passionate bouts of lovemaking. Early morning sunlight streams in through the shutters, casting lines of light across the bed. Ephiny is spooned behind me, her left arm draped over and around my waist. I begin to stir and stretch a little. I feel her arm tighten around me and guess that she’s awake.
Sleepily, I murmur, “I had the most wonderful dream.”
“Mmhmm?” she responds with an inquiring sound.
“Mmm, yes. We were -”
I stop speaking as I abruptly realize I was about to give voice to a very intimate dream involving Ephiny and… me. While my groggy mind tries to come up with something to say, I feel her fingers trace a path between my breasts to curve around a softly circle my right nipple. Her lips are very close to my ear as she whispers, “That was no dream.”
Saying that, her warm palm covers my breast, and she squeezes gently with both her hand and her arm to pull me back towards her, increasing the contact between our naked bodies.
“It was real…” I say wonderingly, unaware I’ve spoken out loud.
“It was real, Tasha,” Ephiny confirms, nuzzling my ear, and I hear the smile in her voice.
My body tingles at her words, at the feel of her. My hands move to caress the arm holding me, and I utter soft, happy little sighs and moans as she touches me. I turn slightly so I’m on my back and I see her for the first time since waking… since waking as her lover. She’s radiant - sun-bronzed skin, golden curly locks, sparkling brown eyes, strength and beauty, muscles and curves. Her hand moves to my stomach where she begins to rub in circles in that soothing way she’s always done. She props her head up on her other hand and I hear her take breath to speak.
“I never expected you to initiate this. Not after the other night,” she says, glancing down.
“I had to, because after the other night, you never would have.” Ephiny looks sharply at me. “It’s the truth. You’d always remember that night and how I acted. You’d be afraid of my reaction, afraid I’d be scared or disgusted, afraid of risking our friendship.”
“A tender smile appears on her face as she asks, “Where did all of these revelations come from?”
Responding with a small smile of my own, “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking the last two days,” and a shake of my head, “the last two years,” I trail off, looking away.
“Two years?” True puzzlement colors her voice.
“At least,” I sigh. “The intense closeness we’ve shared, on and off during the course of our friendship, the coming together, the pushing apart - it became evident to me that, even without what happened the other night, you were never going to cross certain boundaries with me. With us. As close as we got, you were never going to allow our friendship to be jeopardized by going too far, by crossing that line into intimacy. Or should I say romantic intimacy? We’ve certainly treated each other as intimates for some time now. Even the other night, when it would have been so easy, when I was holding on to you, moving against you - with a few words, a few caresses, you could have had me. I was so close, Eph, if you’d pursued it, if you’d have pressed your advantage, I would have gone along with it, I think.”
“No,” she breaks in, “it wouldn’t have been -”.
“Real,” we both say. She looks at me, her face all earnest and compassionate, willing me to believe she’d never take advantage of me like that.
“I know, Eph,” I say as I turn to face her, my hand going to her waist, our legs entwining. “That’s why I had to be the one. Having that small taste of what it was to hold you, to feel you holding me, allowing me to take pleasure from you, knowing your promise of friendship and safety and love, remembering the many times I’ve looked at you or touched you, innocently, and wanted more, without knowing what that ‘more’ was - last night I knew what that ‘more’ was, and I knew I’d have to offer it you to ask for it as well. I wanted it, wanted you, and I didn’t want to waste another day, or month, or season going without, I finish, stopping to catch my breath.
My hands are roaming over her now, caressing, intent in their purpose, even as my voice was intent in convincing her that my words are true, my feelings are real. There’s been no mistake here, no misunderstanding - I wanted her, I love her. My actions of last night weren’t the result of hormones alone, or a repercussion of the events of the last several days.
“I love you, Ephiny.” She leans toward me, kissing me sweetly on the lips. Pulling away, she looks at me, love and conviction on her face.
“I love you, too, Tasha,” and she kisses me again, this time more urgently, deeper and more passionately, and I know we’ll be spending another night at this inn.
End
Let's see, what do guys usually say here?
Title: "Untitled"
Fandom: Xenaverse
Pairing: Ephiny/OFC
Rating: weak PG probably
Disclaimer: Oh, if I ever owned any part of XWP, you can be sure that it would still be on the air today. ;) Kudos to Tapert, RenPic, Flat Earth, etc.
Author's Note #1: Absolutely the first ever fanfic I've ever written, and am now posting. (gulp) I found this scribbled little ficlet, and to do it and my younger self justice, I am leaving it just as I wrote it way back when. As a beta, that's pretty hard for me, but while I don't envision ever turning into a writer, constructive criticism is welcome.
Author's Note #2: I always wanted Ephiny to find a partner; she went the centaur route, and I'm pretty sure if Xena had... stayed 'away' ...she and Gabrielle would have gotten together. Anyway, I think that's why this story came to me.
Author's Note #3: My intended backstory for the OFC is that she's a non-Amazon that Xena and Gabrielle encountered and brought to live with the Amazons, she proves herself over time, and gets adopted into their official ranks.
Author's Note #4: Really, I know this is amateur stuff, but I figured 'what the heck?' Good grief, this is nerve-wracking. The content and style of this fic were definitely influenced by all the Xenafic I was reading back in the day. OK, let me figure out how to upload this here bit and off you go.
One last thing: Thanks to fortunata13 for the encouragement!
We’re lying on the comfortable bed, still asleep after a night of sporadic but passionate bouts of lovemaking. Early morning sunlight streams in through the shutters, casting lines of light across the bed. Ephiny is spooned behind me, her left arm draped over and around my waist. I begin to stir and stretch a little. I feel her arm tighten around me and guess that she’s awake.
Sleepily, I murmur, “I had the most wonderful dream.”
“Mmhmm?” she responds with an inquiring sound.
“Mmm, yes. We were -”
I stop speaking as I abruptly realize I was about to give voice to a very intimate dream involving Ephiny and… me. While my groggy mind tries to come up with something to say, I feel her fingers trace a path between my breasts to curve around a softly circle my right nipple. Her lips are very close to my ear as she whispers, “That was no dream.”
Saying that, her warm palm covers my breast, and she squeezes gently with both her hand and her arm to pull me back towards her, increasing the contact between our naked bodies.
“It was real…” I say wonderingly, unaware I’ve spoken out loud.
“It was real, Tasha,” Ephiny confirms, nuzzling my ear, and I hear the smile in her voice.
My body tingles at her words, at the feel of her. My hands move to caress the arm holding me, and I utter soft, happy little sighs and moans as she touches me. I turn slightly so I’m on my back and I see her for the first time since waking… since waking as her lover. She’s radiant - sun-bronzed skin, golden curly locks, sparkling brown eyes, strength and beauty, muscles and curves. Her hand moves to my stomach where she begins to rub in circles in that soothing way she’s always done. She props her head up on her other hand and I hear her take breath to speak.
“I never expected you to initiate this. Not after the other night,” she says, glancing down.
“I had to, because after the other night, you never would have.” Ephiny looks sharply at me. “It’s the truth. You’d always remember that night and how I acted. You’d be afraid of my reaction, afraid I’d be scared or disgusted, afraid of risking our friendship.”
“A tender smile appears on her face as she asks, “Where did all of these revelations come from?”
Responding with a small smile of my own, “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking the last two days,” and a shake of my head, “the last two years,” I trail off, looking away.
“Two years?” True puzzlement colors her voice.
“At least,” I sigh. “The intense closeness we’ve shared, on and off during the course of our friendship, the coming together, the pushing apart - it became evident to me that, even without what happened the other night, you were never going to cross certain boundaries with me. With us. As close as we got, you were never going to allow our friendship to be jeopardized by going too far, by crossing that line into intimacy. Or should I say romantic intimacy? We’ve certainly treated each other as intimates for some time now. Even the other night, when it would have been so easy, when I was holding on to you, moving against you - with a few words, a few caresses, you could have had me. I was so close, Eph, if you’d pursued it, if you’d have pressed your advantage, I would have gone along with it, I think.”
“No,” she breaks in, “it wouldn’t have been -”.
“Real,” we both say. She looks at me, her face all earnest and compassionate, willing me to believe she’d never take advantage of me like that.
“I know, Eph,” I say as I turn to face her, my hand going to her waist, our legs entwining. “That’s why I had to be the one. Having that small taste of what it was to hold you, to feel you holding me, allowing me to take pleasure from you, knowing your promise of friendship and safety and love, remembering the many times I’ve looked at you or touched you, innocently, and wanted more, without knowing what that ‘more’ was - last night I knew what that ‘more’ was, and I knew I’d have to offer it you to ask for it as well. I wanted it, wanted you, and I didn’t want to waste another day, or month, or season going without, I finish, stopping to catch my breath.
My hands are roaming over her now, caressing, intent in their purpose, even as my voice was intent in convincing her that my words are true, my feelings are real. There’s been no mistake here, no misunderstanding - I wanted her, I love her. My actions of last night weren’t the result of hormones alone, or a repercussion of the events of the last several days.
“I love you, Ephiny.” She leans toward me, kissing me sweetly on the lips. Pulling away, she looks at me, love and conviction on her face.
“I love you, too, Tasha,” and she kisses me again, this time more urgently, deeper and more passionately, and I know we’ll be spending another night at this inn.
End