|Author's Note: This one
requires a brief explanation: As suggested by the title, it's a
takeoff on Aristophenes' play "Lysistrata," in which
Greek women got their way by refusing to sleep with their men.
"She just won't agree." Gabrielle shrugged and took another
sip of water. "She's oversensitive about this guy. The last time we
went there, we -- well, I -- had a little trouble with him. And ten of
his guards." She waved her hand dismissively. "That's not
important. Anyway, now she won't take me with her to his castle. I've
talked to her about it, but she won't budge." She sighed. "I
guess I'm stuck with it."
The two women behind the counter looked at each other. Could the
child be that naive?
"Honey, have you tried withholding your favors?"
"My favors?" Gabrielle's eyes widened as their meaning sank
in. "You mean . . . ." She thought about it a moment.
"Isn't that kind of like cutting off your nose to spite your
face?" The women stared blankly at her. "I mean, don't you
want…." The perplexed looks were still there. "Nevermind."
The elder of the sisters-in-law wagged her finger. "You try it,
young woman. You'll see. There's nothing that'll change a man's mind
"Xena's not a man."
"They're all the same, honey."
Gabrielle frowned. She wasn't so sure about this. Then again, she
didn't want to be stuck in this village for a whole week, especially in
the midst of yet another weavers' festival. This was the third festival
in as many weeks, and she'd had more than her fill of it. If she had to
weave one more thing, it would be a noose.
She looked up at her advisers, and nodded. "OK."
* * * * *
She kept her clothes on when she went to bed, making some excuse
about being cold. Xena hadn't said anything yet, but Gabrielle was ready
for action when she did. Well, for inaction. She watched as Xena
stripped off her metal armor, then her leathers, then stood before the
fireplace in her close-fitting white shift.
Gabrielle caught her bottom lip between her teeth. Xena knew that she
liked to see her in that shift, liked to slide her hands beneath the
cloth and squeeze those succulent . . . . The bard pressed her lips
together grimly. So Xena was going to play hardball.
She tore her eyes away from her lover's mesmerizing physique and lay
on her back. No, that wasn't a good idea. Xena would snuggle up next to
her, sliding her knee between Gabrielle's thighs. She would kiss her
upper arm, her shoulder, her neck, flicking her tongue inside her ear,
working her way gradually to Gabrielle's mouth. Xena's hand would smooth
over her abdomen and up to her breasts while Xena's tongue slid against
hers, sensuous noises emanating from the warrior's throat. Finally, when
Gabrielle was gasping with anticipation, Xena's hand would slip under
her skirt . . . .
Gabrielle rolled over onto her stomach. As she thought about it, she
realized this strategy wouldn't work either. Xena was just too devious.
The warrior would press the length of her body against Gabrielle's,
breasts pressing tantalizingly into her back. As Gabrielle squirmed
beneath her, Xena would fondle the bard's hips through the fabric of her
skirt. Eventually, Xena would raise the brown cloth and ease her
underwear down, clasping the pale flesh beneath firmly with both hands.
She would bring her lips down, then guide her fingers to Gabrielle's
desire . . . .
Gabrielle turned onto her side. Damn. She wouldn't be safe from the
warrior's heated caresses in this position either. She could just see
Xena nestling up behind her, molding their bodies into each other. Xena
would bury her face in Gabrielle's hair and slide an arm around her
waist. "I love you," she would whisper, and bring her hand up
to Gabrielle's breast. Xena's skillful fingers would unlace her tunic
and massage her breasts, drifting her palm again and again over the
sensitive flesh. Finally, she would move Gabrielle onto her back, and
Xena's tongue would glide across her nipples . . . .
The Warrior Princess slipped into bed beside her lover. It looked as
though Gabrielle was asleep. Too bad; Xena was kind of in the mood to
hear one of the bard's poems. Suddenly she heard a growl, and the
younger woman was on top of her.
"I can't take it any more," Gabrielle rasped, forcing her
mouth onto Xena's.
The warrior's eyes widened. She didn't know what Gabrielle couldn't
take any more, but it was fine with her.
Gabrielle reached down and yanked her underwear off, lowering herself
onto Xena's thigh. Xena's muscles tightened reflexively at the
unexpected wetness on her skin. Gabrielle was drenched.
"Pull your shift down," the blonde panted, barely able to
speak from the exquisite friction of Xena's thigh.
Xena obeyed, slowly drawing the white material down over her breasts.
She ran her hands across the generous mounds, pressing them together,
offering them to her lover.
Gabrielle groaned and shut her eyes tightly, the image of Xena's
breasts burned into her eyelids. Within seconds, her body jerked forward
and she cried out, nearly screaming at the lightning sensations of her
release. Finally, she fell back onto the blanket, spent.
She lay quietly for a few minutes as she caught her breath. "I
knew it wouldn't work," she muttered.
"Gabrielle." Xena's fingers twined in shoulder-length
blonde hair. "I'm not complaining by any means, but where'd that
An idea began to take shape in Gabrielle's brain, and a moment later
she rolled against Xena and pressed her body into the warrior's. She
trailed her fingers down Xena's leg, enjoying her lover's shudder.
"You want to know what I was thinking about?"
Xena nodded fervently, eyes half closed, her breaths growing shorter.
Gabrielle wriggled against her, and slowly stroked the inside of
Xena's thigh. "I was thinking about how much I liked it last time
you took me to Arion's."
"Gabrielle, he tried to sell you to slavers."
"I know, but when you rescued me, you were . . .
magnificent," she breathed. She ran her tongue across the sensitive
area on Xena's throat. "I like to see you stand up to slavers"
-- she planted another kiss on Xena's neck -- "and warlords"
-- another kiss -- "and corrupt kings. You're so . . . powerful . .
. when you do it." She moaned into Xena's ear. ". . . so
Xena closed her eyes; every adjective was an erotic experience.
"I really like it," Gabrielle said, lowering her mouth
to Xena's breast, grinding damp blond curls against Xena's thigh.
Before Gabrielle knew what had happened, Xena had stripped off her
own underwear, flattened Gabrielle onto her back, and straddled the
bard's shoulders. Green eyes blinked in surprise, but instinct quickly
took over and Gabrielle delved into her lover. "Magnificent,"
she whispered again.
* * *
Gabrielle slid some dinars across to the proprietress and her in-law.
"Here's for last night's dinner. We're heading out now."
Both women leaned their elbows on the counter. "She taking you
Gabrielle nodded, blushing when the elder woman winked at her.
"Taught her a lesson, I see."
"Uh, yeah." Twice, Gabrielle added mentally.
"See, girl, the power of the flesh." The trio turned to
watch as Xena descended the stairs, humming. "Hmm. Puts up a good
front, doesn't she?"
"Very good," Gabrielle agreed. She laid her hands over her
new friends'. "I want to thank you for your advice," she said.
"Thinking about it gave me the mindset to do what needed to be
She turned to go, but the innkeeper tapped on her hand with an index
finger. "Don't forget, girl, you've got to reward good behavior.
So, tonight . . . ." She jerked her head subtly in Xena's
"Right. Got it." Gabrielle patted her co-conspirator's
hand. "She'll think she's found the Sumerian treasure."
The women nodded approvingly, and Gabrielle walked over to join her
companion at the entrance. Xena circled her waist. "So, did you
learn any new tricks?"
Gabrielle glanced up at her. "What do you mean?"
"For your weaving," Xena said. "Isn't that what they
were bending your ear about yesterday afternoon?"
"Oh. Yeah. Well, they did suggest something I hadn't thought
"Did you try it?"
"Sort of," Gabrielle said, "but it was too difficult.
So I adapted it, and got the same result a lot easier."
Xena beamed at her. "You must have a knack for it. Why don't you
show me tonight what you came up with?"
Gabrielle grinned to herself. "Oh, I will."
to the Fanfic Summary Page