~ Passive
Aggressive ~
by
BlindzonElyzon
Disclaimers: How many creative ways are there to say
this? MCA /Universal and Ren Pics are
the rightful owners of Xena, Warrior Princess and its characters. The bards are the ones who continue to
breathe life into these characters during the other six days and 23 hours of
the week.
Subtext
Warning: No doubt, it’s here. Consider yourself warned.
Acknowledgments: Kam, as always, thanks for taking your many
skills and applying them to my writings.
You’re swell.
Special
Notes: This story was headed in a whole
other direction until I read Advocates and Fanatics first episode of the
Castaway 2000 series. They stole my
idea. Technically I guess its not
stealing if they had it posted first and I was still in the process of writing,
but honest to Pete, I didn’t know they had written it. So after my initial disappointment, I
swerved this sucker in the direction it ended up in. By the way, you really should go read the Castaway series, it’s
great!
See
Sam (not my computer this time) if you had just returned the whip when I said
to, this idea may have never entered my mind.
<g> Claire. Just had to say your name so you didn’t
think I was neglecting you.
Feedback: Yes please, I love getting it. BlindzonElyzon@aol.com
Imagine this, a glorious sun filled sky with a gentle
ocean breeze blowing softly over the shore sands. The sounds of the waves as they crest and then fall onto the jutting rock formations dividing
the beach. The wind carries on it the
mist of the oceans spray and the light fragrance of the salty air and new day.
It is a wondrous place. (Sighing contentedly)
Mixed in the sounds of the surf and the gulls calling
overhead, is the distant sound of laughter.
Women laughing.
One would not have to look to closely to see that
these women are more than friends. The
subtle touches as they speak, the comfort in being in each other’s company, the
ease in the way they communicate. They
are in love.
The contrasts between the two women are astounding and
could easily be compared to night and day, but at this moment, this is not
necessary. The only thing of importance
is that they seem to complete one another, separate they are two incredible
parts, and together they are amazingly whole.
As they walk, their voices carry on the breeze and
their conversation is easily overheard.
Shall we listen in?
“Xena?”
“Hmm.”
“There is something I need to talk to you about but
I’m not real sure how to mention it.” The
smaller woman looked down at the sand in front of her, rather than the casual
glances at her partner she had been exchanging.
The tall, bronzed skin woman, stopped dead in her
tracks. The mood that had been so light
only seconds ago, now darkened. Believing the worst was to come and hesitating,
she spoke, “Gabrielle, you know I’ll listen to you without judgment. I only ask that you be honest with me.” Noting
the woman’s sullen mood, the pert young woman, reached out a reassuring hand
and placed it lovingly on her shoulder .
“Xena, would you stop making everything such a big
deal. I just wanted to discuss
something… well, personal with you.”
“Personal?”
“Yeah, personal, and it’s a little embarrassing to be
bringing it up.”
Xena’s expression had been transformed from sullen to
that of curiosity. Raising her brow slightly, she inquired, “Okay, what is it?”
The small woman dug her toe into the sand, whether it
was for stalling purposes or looking for a way to escape, she went at it for a
while until a nice sized hole was dug.
Patience having run out, the warrior grabbed the arm
of her companion and prompted, “Gabrielle…what?”
Fidgeting and having difficulty making eye contact,
Gabrielle looked around nervously, making sure no one was around to hear her. Like
there would be. They hadn’t seen
another living soul that day, but Gabrielle knew as soon as she got started
talking, someone would be bounding by and declare some emergency. Still not spotting anyone as far as the eye
could see, she began.
“Okay, how do I put this? You know when we…umm, ya know, have a few moments of privacy?”
A knowing smile crossed Xena’s lips but she thought she’d
watch her partner squirm a little. She
was cute when she squirmed.
“Like now?”
“No, well I guess so, but more private and…intimate?”
The pink blush was rising up Gabrielle’s neck and
beginning to reach her face. Her other
toe began working at the sand below, soon making a companion hole for the
first.
Acting casually, Xena replied, “Oh, you mean when
we’re…” she winked at the younger woman whose pale skin color was now turning a
brighter shade of red, “…doing laundry?”
Gabrielle stared at her obnoxious partner with a
dumbfounded look, thinking to herself that she really couldn’t be this dense
before she noticed the amused expression dancing in Xena’s eyes. Flabbergasted, she yelled, “No! Like when we are making love…in the midst of
heated sex…in the throws of passion!”
“Oh, then.”
Xena’s amusement had broken into a full-faced grin. “What about it?”
The now irritated blonde felt no need to hold back,
and forgetting her earlier shyness, she blurted out, “Do ya think, maybe just
once in a while, that I could be the dominatrix and you be the slave girl??”
Xena didn’t know how to react to this question, so she
did what came naturally, she laughed out loud.
The laughter was not a mere tee-hee or even a simple
chuckle. Instead it was the kind of
laughter that required one’s mid-section to be held and inspired the expression
‘side splitting’. There was nothing
feminine or delicate about the laugh, it bellowed out and rolled down the beach
being replayed in echoes. It was
actually getting to the point of being unbecoming as tears rolled down the
jovial woman’s face as well as other body fluids from other orifices.
Gabrielle stood there, more than a little indignant
and postured herself to indicate this to her companion. She stood as tall as her petite frame would
allow, hands firmly planted on her hips, and wore a mask of stern disapproval
and annoyance.
After what had seemed all too long, and even overkill,
Gabrielle decided to take matters into her own hand. Literally. She grabbed the
weakened warrior’s wrist and tugged at it, turning the normally more powerful
woman around. With free hand, she took
a mighty swing and brought it down hard on the leather-clad buttocks of one now
stunned warrior.
The connection not only elicited a solid SMACK! sound,
but also a somewhat unexpected response from the recipient. Xena extricated herself from the now loose
grasp of the woman who was in the process of rethinking what she had just
done. Turning abruptly and bringing
herself to tower over the now even smaller woman, she looked deeply into the
green fear-filled eyes before her. A
look like none Gabrielle had never seen was chiseled onto her features.
Gabrielle gulped.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take another moment of this torturous
silence, Xena broke it.
“Uh, Gabrielle.
I didn’t know you had it in you…wanna go back to the camp and” she
waggled her eyebrows playfully, “discover what other skills you have acquired?”
Momentarily unsure, Gabrielle snapped out of it and
decided to press her luck. With an air
of superiority, she pointed commandingly in the direction of their camp.
Before bowing her head in acknowledgment, Xena
snickered at the haughty demeanor the mini-dom was trying to display.
Gabrielle noted the noise and poutingly said, “If
you’re not going to play the game right…”
“Okay, okay. Whatever you command I will do…my Queen.”
Gabrielle was more than satisfied and resumed her
regal stance. Xena straightened only
slightly and leaned in to kiss the unsuspecting ruler, and quickly moved toward
the previously indicated direction.
Quite satisfied with self and the situation, the small
woman bounded after the quickly departing warrior. As
she caught up to her, an excited question was voiced, “Hey Xena, can I borrow
your whip, huh, can I? I’ll be careful
with it this time.”
The reply couldn’t be heard as the ocean breeze
carried the sound of their voices away.
But judging by the youthful leap and the small woman running ahead, I
would have to gather the answer was at least a definite maybe.