Story Update.
Finally finished the first part of my story "Hollister Is Deceiving".
Title: Hollister Is Deceiving Part 1
by Ivy Elizabeth Mars
Rating: eventually NC-17 Naughty girl on girl fun ahead.
This is an original fiction so all the characters do belong to me. I used fantasy and reality to inspire me. Thanx to Snookums for the....additional inspiration.
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Alexander had rented a house at the beach for the weekend. He asked me if I would like to come with him and his girlfriend and stay in the extra bedroom. I really didn't want to be a third wheel or listen to them having sex through the wall. So I tried to cover with something I was sure he would say no to. I said I wouldn't go unless I could bring someone with me. Apparently, it wasn't as good of a cover as I thought it would be, because Xan. said it was cool without even batting an eye. Crap.
Now I had to find someone to go with me on very short notice. Topsail Island is appealing, but not that appealing. I'm single, so a girlfriend is out of the question. I had asked almost every person I could think of and had given up. Sitting in the food court of the mall, sulking over cheap Chinese food, I heard somebody say my name. I looked up, but didn't see who called me, so I returned to staring at my lo mien. Then I heard it again. This time it was accompanied by a shadow on the table. I peered up at one of the cutest girls I had seen in a long time. When I reached her face, I realized I knew her. I hadn't seen her in about six months and damn if she didn't look even better than I remembered.
Jordan, she was one of those girls in high school who was cute and nice to everyone, but still managed to fade into the background. I had noticed her in the cafeteria one morning, trying to find a seat with anybody she knew. She had looked like a deer caught in the middle of the road. I waved her over to sit with me and my friends. I patted the seat beside me and she seemed absolutely terrified. I had forgotten the people I was sitting with and the impression they had on most people. We were the Goth kids, with the illegal piercings and tattoos, unnatural hair colors that changed every week, and the nasty habit of getting into a lot of trouble (whether we caused it or not). Giving up on the nice and subtle approach, I stood up, walked over to her, took her tray out of her hands, and walked back to my table, setting her tray in the empty place next to mine. It took Jordan almost five minutes to realize I wasn't being mean, just impatient. She sat with us everyday for the rest of the semester. My friends adopted her quickly and she realized looks can be very deceiving. I graduated at the end of the semester and had still talked to Jordan every once in a while, but we gradually lost touch.
There she was, standing in front of me, in her standard Hollister. Her time with my friends had not changed her sense of fashion apparently. "Hey Jordan, long time no see, hun." Okay, so not the most original conversation starter, but it'll do. She looked at me like I had grown a third leg. I wondered what I said to deserve such a response, when I remembered I never called her by her name when we were around each other. I use to call her "carebear". A nickname Jordan had well earned after a night of movies and couch cuddling planned to distract my mind from a recent break up. "Are you going to sit carebear or what?" She blushed and sat down across from me. "What has you so stressed out? Don't give me that look. You only ever picked at your food if you were stressed," emphasizing her point by poking my plate. She was right. I never noticed it before. Jordan paid enough attention to my eating habits to notice when I was stressed? Now I was curious. "You noticed that huh?" She smiled and I continued, "It's not that big of a deal really. Xan. is going to the beach with his girl." She interrupted me, "Alice?" I shook my head, "No, he's with Dawn now. Any who, he asked me to go with them and I tried to get out of the uncomfortable situation I know it's going to be, but I just dug myself in deeper."
Jordan began giggling and I shot her a look. This made her laugh harder. I frowned and stared at my half-eaten food. I felt fingers under my chin, lifting my head. Looking into my eyes, she smiled, "I'm sorry. You always found a way of making things worse for yourself. Then you did that look you think is so threatening, but only accomplishes a pout that I think is cute. So...let me get this right. He asked you to go and since you didn't want to listen to them having sex, when you weren't getting any, you said what exactly?" Damn she was good. "I told him I wouldn't go unless I could bring someone with me." It came out as a mumbled rush. Her fingers dropped from my chin and laced into my fingers holding the chopsticks. "You can't find anyone to go with you, can you?" I dropped my gaze from hers, "No." I don't think it needed a big explanation for her to understand why I was upset about it. "When do you have to leave for the beach?" I gave her the best curious glance I could muster, "The day after tomorrow. Why?" A slight evil grin crossed her features. "Is your cell number still the same?" I nodded. "Expect a call from me tomorrow, ok?" She stood up and walked around behind me. Bending down to hug me from behind, her lips brushed my ear as she whispered, "It was good to see you again, Kinks." I shuddered as she pulled away and left. No one, other than a few of my Goth friends, had called me Kinks since graduation. I seldom went by it anymore because people assumed it was short for kinky. It was really given to me by the lead Goths in the school, during my Freshman year, because my clothes were always wrinkled. I never woke up with my alarm so my clothes never had time to tumble in the dryer before school. Not to say the other reason is wrong. It just wasn't the primary meaning. A girl has to have her secrets.
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I waited for Jordan to call the next day, but when she hadn’t called by 4pm, I decided to go finish my shopping. I spent about three hours wandering around the mall aimlessly, thinking about her. I passed Victoria’s Secret, then stopped and went back to look. I never noticed anything of interest to me in there until that day. Something told me I really needed to get something for myself. It was an odd urge but I figured, why not? I didn’t splurge on anything for myself very often. I was about to give up and leave, but when I turned around, I saw a black teddy that definitely spoke to me. I reached out to pick up the object of my desire and my cell phone rang. I answered in record time, “County Morgue. You stab ‘em, we slab ‘em.” I knew it was her by her laughter. “Kinks, you still use that old line? I thought you would have come up with something else by now.” I couldn’t prevent a smile from forming, “Well, I switched, but this one always gave me better results. Plus, no telemarketers.” Jordan laughed, “That would be a good thing…” I heard her tone go serious, “If you are still looking for someone to go with you to the beach, I looked at my work schedule and I’m free. I mean…that is, if you want me to.” Was she nervous? What was there to be nervous about? I mean, so what. We would be sharing a bed for a few days, with a nice, romantic view of the ocean, and no one to distract us. Okay, now that I think about it, I’m nervous. “Of course I want you to. It’s been too long since we’ve had some time to hang out. Can you be at my place by like 11am?” She exhaled like she had been holding her breath, “Yeah, I can do that. You still like Waffle House coffee?” Jordan knew me too well. “Yep…oh and don’t forget the creamer. You know how I like it.” So, yeah, that came out wrong. “I sure do. How could I forget how much you like cream?” Her voice was getting a little husky and it was getting kind of stuffy in here. Did I take that wrong or was she flirting with me? The only words, to sum up my thoughts by this point, are uh ohh. What have I gotten myself into? “I’ll see you then, carebear.” “Bye Kinks.” Slipping the phone back into my pocket, I looked once more at the teddy I had been eyeing moments earlier. It took a split second for me to grab one in my size and head for the register. I guess there was a reason for me to go look after all.
Jordan had arrived right on time with luggage and coffee in hand. We drove out to meet Xan and Dawn, then followed them all the way to the house at the beach. The trip was pretty uneventful with plenty of restroom breaks to go with the coffee. I told Jordan all of the things that had occurred in my life since the last time we had spoken. She stayed quiet for the majority of the ride, giving me comments only on things she thought necessary. I thought it was odd, but I didn’t want to push her. When we arrived, I grabbed as much stuff as I could carry in one trip. Jordan laughed at me when I proceeded to get stuck in the doorway. I sneered at her while I dropped bags so I could fit through the door. She came up behind me and retrieved the bags I had dropped so unceremoniously in the doorway. Xan led us to the room we would be sharing. The room was amazing. The queen bed in the middle of the floor had a beautiful view of the ocean. The glass doors opened onto a balcony with a small table and two chairs.
When he left the room, I dumped all of the things I was carrying into a pile in the middle of the floor, while Jordan ran and jumped on the bed. I lost any idea of what I was doing when she stretched from head to toe, her shirt inching up to reveal a tattoo I had never seen, on a very toned stomach. Not realizing I was staring, she startled me when she called my name and I heard a hint of concern in her voice. Coming out of my trance, I looked at her and smiled, “When did you get a tattoo?” I stretched out beside her on the bed and lifted up the edge of her shirt to look at the object in question. As my fingers grazed her skin, I felt a spark of desire course through me. Looking into Jordan’s eyes, I thought I caught a glimpse of the same feelings, but it was gone before I realized it was there. She cleared her throat, “Uh…right after the last time I talked to you. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to get so I just went with the first thing that came to mind.” Leaning over to look more closely, I thought about what her tattoo meant. All it said in fancy script was: My heart is yours for the taking. “Who was it meant for?” I began thinking about our last conversation before we lost touch. I couldn’t remember her saying anything about someone she liked, much less someone she cared that much for. Suddenly, Jordan got up, walked to the glass window, and stared out over the ocean. Clutching her arms around her, her only reply was a loud sigh. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. My curiosity is going to be my downfall some day.” I kissed her shoulder without thinking about it, then froze, waiting for her reaction. Without hesitation, Jordan slid her arms around mine. She leaned her head back onto my shoulder and peered into my eyes. I knew her answer in that moment. I knew the reason she had never said anything about there being somebody else, is because there wasn’t anyone else. Jordan had gotten the tattoo because of her feelings for me. I was in awe. Here was this woman I had watched grow up so much over the year and a half I had known her and without saying a single word, she had just made me the happiest I could ever remember being in a very long time.
I couldn't resist the growing urge inside of me. I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers. I never remembered her lips being so soft. Jordan gripped my arms tighter as she returned my kiss. I felt the light touch of her tongue on my lips and parted them slightly for it to continue its journey. I was beginning to think of more than kissing, when I heard someone clear their throat. I stepped away from Jordan and turned to see Dawn standing there sneering, "Well isn't that just cute. You haven't changed much since graduation. Still trying to get in all the girls' skirts I see." Looking at Jordan I rolled my eyes, causing her to giggle. "You know...that one night at Baxter's party kind of kills your right to say anything at all about getting into girls' skirts, or do I need to refresh your memory?" Dawn's eyes grew wide as she blushed and stormed out of the room. I heard Jordan laughing quietly behind me, "What was that about Kinks?" I sat down on the bed and smiled at her. "That night at the party, Dawn made out with at least four girls and fucked two, that I know of. She despises me because I turned her down," I looked up with a grin, "That and I told her boyfriend about it." I looked at her innocently, "How was I to know she was dating one of the only guys that thought two girls together was disgusting?"
Jordan looked at me with curiosity, reminding me of my dog at home. "What?" I asked. She walked over to me, never looking away from my eyes. "I should be mad about you being so mean, but...," she grew quiet. I gazed at her with the same curiosity, "But what Jordan?" Her response was hushed, "All I can think about is kissing you again." Standing up slowly, I could feel the tension between us. Placing my arms around her waist I queried, "Then why aren't you?" A slow grin spread over her face as she leaned in to kiss me yet again. Filled with desire once more, I returned the kiss with passion. Our tongues were like little children playing tag. When she pulled away I bit her lower lip slightly, eliciting a moan.
I sat on the bed with her straddling my lap. I ran my fingers up and down her back while we kissed. I scratched my nails up her back and as she arched with my fingers, I knew we wouldn't be stopping with just kissing this time. I slid my lips across her chin, to her overly exposed throat. Her moans, caused by my nibbling and sucking, were creating an aching wetness between my legs. Jordan pouted as I pulled away from her embrace, but it turned quickly into a sly grin as I raised her shirt over her head and threw it across the room. Once again her lips met mine, crushing me into bliss. My hands drew a light trail up her abdomen to her small breasts. They were pushed into my awaiting hands as I slid my fingers slowly across her hard nipples. When our lips parted, I peered into her eyes while I continued to tease her. I could see her desire smoldering behind them. I placed soft kisses down her collar bone and around her breasts. The quickening of her breath no longer able to be hidden. I let my hands slide around to her back as I lowered my eager lips to her soft flesh. I flicked her taut nipples with my tongue, alternating between the two.
Jordan pulled my head up and away from the place I was enjoying so much. She brought her lips to mine and forced me downward, pinning me to the bed. I felt her fingers inching upward from my waist, bringing my shirt with them. After disposing of my shirt, I received a sly grin from Jordan as she patiently slid her hands down my body to my jeans. She placed tiny kisses along my torso and undid the button and zipper on my jeans with her teeth. The sight of this made me moan with expectation. I could feel her lips on my skin and I could care less where my pants and underwear went. All I could think about was this beautiful woman making my dreams come to life. Her gentle touches promising me complete bliss. I pulled Jordan into a searing kiss that made me shiver and melt. Her hands began to wander over my body. The tender touch of her exploring fingertips made goose bumps rise from my soft, pale skin. She lowered her moist lips to my aching breasts and I reveled in their warm embrace. I pulled her against me and moaned her name. As if it were a sign, her fingers began to meander a trail further along my flesh until they were inside me. Everything around me faded away as I was taken to a place I had forgotten existed. All of my senses pooled into one til I was submerged in utter ecstasy. I could feel the pressure of Jordan's body heavy upon me as she carried me to bliss. My breathing was labored as I came slowly back to reality. Jordan's breath cooled my over heated skin as she continued to place soft kisses along my face and neck. When she stopped to gaze into my eyes, I felt I could lose myself in their depths. Pulling her lips to mine, I wanted her to feel all the things she had made me feel.
Suddenly, I felt someone's eyes on me. I jerked a blanket over our bodies upon the sight of Xan standing in the doorway doing a good job of catching flies. Jordan startled when I shifted her body to lay beside mine. Her flesh gained a gradual purple tint while her face remained hidden against me. I shot him the most seething look I could manage while I hissed, "How long have you been standing there!?!? Don't you have any respect for people's privacy?!?!" His sudden interest in the floor was not amusing. "I..I ...I ...the door was open and I heard noises and..and...I wanted to make sure you were alright," Xan chanced a peek, but thought better of it. "Which obviously you are.....umm I'm gonna...," he pointed past the doorway he was parked in, "yeah..." I could almost see the puff of smoke from his hasty retreat. Jordan shifted against me, reminding me of her presence. She refused to meet my eyes, "I'm really sorry about that. You know he can be a bit absent minded. Can I make it up to you?" I turned her head to see her eyes. Jordan pulled away from me and slid from the bed. I watched as she collected her shirt from where it had been tossed, put it back on, and walked out the door without even looking back.
Speechless until her form was gone from view, all I could think was "FUCK!" Throwing my clothes back on, I ran out the door while hopping into my pants. "I'm gonna kill him for this."
I've also finished a little Xena/ Gabrielle drabble titled "The Fire Within" that can be read
Title: The Fire Within
Author: Ivy Elizabeth Mars
Fandom: Xena: Warrior Princess (Xena/ Gabrielle)
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There is no need for Xena's words to be audible to all. I can feel her call to me, asking for me to join her. Through the haze I hear her, 'Come to me.' Like a siren's call to my soul, my body follows without hesitation. I gaze into her eyes and my skin becomes inflamed by the desire I see burning behind them. Our bodies meet and all the others cease to exist. The touch of her fingers across my body make the fire within me build, consuming me. My urges to touch her are overwhelming and my hands do their bidding. Xena's skin ripples and tightens with every stroke. As I am pulled into her embrace, my thoughts have never felt so clear. This is where I am meant to be, in her arms and hers alone. All my insecurities melted away by the fire within.
Title: Hollister Is Deceiving Part 1
by Ivy Elizabeth Mars
Rating: eventually NC-17 Naughty girl on girl fun ahead.
This is an original fiction so all the characters do belong to me. I used fantasy and reality to inspire me. Thanx to Snookums for the....additional inspiration.
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Alexander had rented a house at the beach for the weekend. He asked me if I would like to come with him and his girlfriend and stay in the extra bedroom. I really didn't want to be a third wheel or listen to them having sex through the wall. So I tried to cover with something I was sure he would say no to. I said I wouldn't go unless I could bring someone with me. Apparently, it wasn't as good of a cover as I thought it would be, because Xan. said it was cool without even batting an eye. Crap.
Now I had to find someone to go with me on very short notice. Topsail Island is appealing, but not that appealing. I'm single, so a girlfriend is out of the question. I had asked almost every person I could think of and had given up. Sitting in the food court of the mall, sulking over cheap Chinese food, I heard somebody say my name. I looked up, but didn't see who called me, so I returned to staring at my lo mien. Then I heard it again. This time it was accompanied by a shadow on the table. I peered up at one of the cutest girls I had seen in a long time. When I reached her face, I realized I knew her. I hadn't seen her in about six months and damn if she didn't look even better than I remembered.
Jordan, she was one of those girls in high school who was cute and nice to everyone, but still managed to fade into the background. I had noticed her in the cafeteria one morning, trying to find a seat with anybody she knew. She had looked like a deer caught in the middle of the road. I waved her over to sit with me and my friends. I patted the seat beside me and she seemed absolutely terrified. I had forgotten the people I was sitting with and the impression they had on most people. We were the Goth kids, with the illegal piercings and tattoos, unnatural hair colors that changed every week, and the nasty habit of getting into a lot of trouble (whether we caused it or not). Giving up on the nice and subtle approach, I stood up, walked over to her, took her tray out of her hands, and walked back to my table, setting her tray in the empty place next to mine. It took Jordan almost five minutes to realize I wasn't being mean, just impatient. She sat with us everyday for the rest of the semester. My friends adopted her quickly and she realized looks can be very deceiving. I graduated at the end of the semester and had still talked to Jordan every once in a while, but we gradually lost touch.
There she was, standing in front of me, in her standard Hollister. Her time with my friends had not changed her sense of fashion apparently. "Hey Jordan, long time no see, hun." Okay, so not the most original conversation starter, but it'll do. She looked at me like I had grown a third leg. I wondered what I said to deserve such a response, when I remembered I never called her by her name when we were around each other. I use to call her "carebear". A nickname Jordan had well earned after a night of movies and couch cuddling planned to distract my mind from a recent break up. "Are you going to sit carebear or what?" She blushed and sat down across from me. "What has you so stressed out? Don't give me that look. You only ever picked at your food if you were stressed," emphasizing her point by poking my plate. She was right. I never noticed it before. Jordan paid enough attention to my eating habits to notice when I was stressed? Now I was curious. "You noticed that huh?" She smiled and I continued, "It's not that big of a deal really. Xan. is going to the beach with his girl." She interrupted me, "Alice?" I shook my head, "No, he's with Dawn now. Any who, he asked me to go with them and I tried to get out of the uncomfortable situation I know it's going to be, but I just dug myself in deeper."
Jordan began giggling and I shot her a look. This made her laugh harder. I frowned and stared at my half-eaten food. I felt fingers under my chin, lifting my head. Looking into my eyes, she smiled, "I'm sorry. You always found a way of making things worse for yourself. Then you did that look you think is so threatening, but only accomplishes a pout that I think is cute. So...let me get this right. He asked you to go and since you didn't want to listen to them having sex, when you weren't getting any, you said what exactly?" Damn she was good. "I told him I wouldn't go unless I could bring someone with me." It came out as a mumbled rush. Her fingers dropped from my chin and laced into my fingers holding the chopsticks. "You can't find anyone to go with you, can you?" I dropped my gaze from hers, "No." I don't think it needed a big explanation for her to understand why I was upset about it. "When do you have to leave for the beach?" I gave her the best curious glance I could muster, "The day after tomorrow. Why?" A slight evil grin crossed her features. "Is your cell number still the same?" I nodded. "Expect a call from me tomorrow, ok?" She stood up and walked around behind me. Bending down to hug me from behind, her lips brushed my ear as she whispered, "It was good to see you again, Kinks." I shuddered as she pulled away and left. No one, other than a few of my Goth friends, had called me Kinks since graduation. I seldom went by it anymore because people assumed it was short for kinky. It was really given to me by the lead Goths in the school, during my Freshman year, because my clothes were always wrinkled. I never woke up with my alarm so my clothes never had time to tumble in the dryer before school. Not to say the other reason is wrong. It just wasn't the primary meaning. A girl has to have her secrets.
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I waited for Jordan to call the next day, but when she hadn’t called by 4pm, I decided to go finish my shopping. I spent about three hours wandering around the mall aimlessly, thinking about her. I passed Victoria’s Secret, then stopped and went back to look. I never noticed anything of interest to me in there until that day. Something told me I really needed to get something for myself. It was an odd urge but I figured, why not? I didn’t splurge on anything for myself very often. I was about to give up and leave, but when I turned around, I saw a black teddy that definitely spoke to me. I reached out to pick up the object of my desire and my cell phone rang. I answered in record time, “County Morgue. You stab ‘em, we slab ‘em.” I knew it was her by her laughter. “Kinks, you still use that old line? I thought you would have come up with something else by now.” I couldn’t prevent a smile from forming, “Well, I switched, but this one always gave me better results. Plus, no telemarketers.” Jordan laughed, “That would be a good thing…” I heard her tone go serious, “If you are still looking for someone to go with you to the beach, I looked at my work schedule and I’m free. I mean…that is, if you want me to.” Was she nervous? What was there to be nervous about? I mean, so what. We would be sharing a bed for a few days, with a nice, romantic view of the ocean, and no one to distract us. Okay, now that I think about it, I’m nervous. “Of course I want you to. It’s been too long since we’ve had some time to hang out. Can you be at my place by like 11am?” She exhaled like she had been holding her breath, “Yeah, I can do that. You still like Waffle House coffee?” Jordan knew me too well. “Yep…oh and don’t forget the creamer. You know how I like it.” So, yeah, that came out wrong. “I sure do. How could I forget how much you like cream?” Her voice was getting a little husky and it was getting kind of stuffy in here. Did I take that wrong or was she flirting with me? The only words, to sum up my thoughts by this point, are uh ohh. What have I gotten myself into? “I’ll see you then, carebear.” “Bye Kinks.” Slipping the phone back into my pocket, I looked once more at the teddy I had been eyeing moments earlier. It took a split second for me to grab one in my size and head for the register. I guess there was a reason for me to go look after all.
Jordan had arrived right on time with luggage and coffee in hand. We drove out to meet Xan and Dawn, then followed them all the way to the house at the beach. The trip was pretty uneventful with plenty of restroom breaks to go with the coffee. I told Jordan all of the things that had occurred in my life since the last time we had spoken. She stayed quiet for the majority of the ride, giving me comments only on things she thought necessary. I thought it was odd, but I didn’t want to push her. When we arrived, I grabbed as much stuff as I could carry in one trip. Jordan laughed at me when I proceeded to get stuck in the doorway. I sneered at her while I dropped bags so I could fit through the door. She came up behind me and retrieved the bags I had dropped so unceremoniously in the doorway. Xan led us to the room we would be sharing. The room was amazing. The queen bed in the middle of the floor had a beautiful view of the ocean. The glass doors opened onto a balcony with a small table and two chairs.
When he left the room, I dumped all of the things I was carrying into a pile in the middle of the floor, while Jordan ran and jumped on the bed. I lost any idea of what I was doing when she stretched from head to toe, her shirt inching up to reveal a tattoo I had never seen, on a very toned stomach. Not realizing I was staring, she startled me when she called my name and I heard a hint of concern in her voice. Coming out of my trance, I looked at her and smiled, “When did you get a tattoo?” I stretched out beside her on the bed and lifted up the edge of her shirt to look at the object in question. As my fingers grazed her skin, I felt a spark of desire course through me. Looking into Jordan’s eyes, I thought I caught a glimpse of the same feelings, but it was gone before I realized it was there. She cleared her throat, “Uh…right after the last time I talked to you. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to get so I just went with the first thing that came to mind.” Leaning over to look more closely, I thought about what her tattoo meant. All it said in fancy script was: My heart is yours for the taking. “Who was it meant for?” I began thinking about our last conversation before we lost touch. I couldn’t remember her saying anything about someone she liked, much less someone she cared that much for. Suddenly, Jordan got up, walked to the glass window, and stared out over the ocean. Clutching her arms around her, her only reply was a loud sigh. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. My curiosity is going to be my downfall some day.” I kissed her shoulder without thinking about it, then froze, waiting for her reaction. Without hesitation, Jordan slid her arms around mine. She leaned her head back onto my shoulder and peered into my eyes. I knew her answer in that moment. I knew the reason she had never said anything about there being somebody else, is because there wasn’t anyone else. Jordan had gotten the tattoo because of her feelings for me. I was in awe. Here was this woman I had watched grow up so much over the year and a half I had known her and without saying a single word, she had just made me the happiest I could ever remember being in a very long time.
I couldn't resist the growing urge inside of me. I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers. I never remembered her lips being so soft. Jordan gripped my arms tighter as she returned my kiss. I felt the light touch of her tongue on my lips and parted them slightly for it to continue its journey. I was beginning to think of more than kissing, when I heard someone clear their throat. I stepped away from Jordan and turned to see Dawn standing there sneering, "Well isn't that just cute. You haven't changed much since graduation. Still trying to get in all the girls' skirts I see." Looking at Jordan I rolled my eyes, causing her to giggle. "You know...that one night at Baxter's party kind of kills your right to say anything at all about getting into girls' skirts, or do I need to refresh your memory?" Dawn's eyes grew wide as she blushed and stormed out of the room. I heard Jordan laughing quietly behind me, "What was that about Kinks?" I sat down on the bed and smiled at her. "That night at the party, Dawn made out with at least four girls and fucked two, that I know of. She despises me because I turned her down," I looked up with a grin, "That and I told her boyfriend about it." I looked at her innocently, "How was I to know she was dating one of the only guys that thought two girls together was disgusting?"
Jordan looked at me with curiosity, reminding me of my dog at home. "What?" I asked. She walked over to me, never looking away from my eyes. "I should be mad about you being so mean, but...," she grew quiet. I gazed at her with the same curiosity, "But what Jordan?" Her response was hushed, "All I can think about is kissing you again." Standing up slowly, I could feel the tension between us. Placing my arms around her waist I queried, "Then why aren't you?" A slow grin spread over her face as she leaned in to kiss me yet again. Filled with desire once more, I returned the kiss with passion. Our tongues were like little children playing tag. When she pulled away I bit her lower lip slightly, eliciting a moan.
I sat on the bed with her straddling my lap. I ran my fingers up and down her back while we kissed. I scratched my nails up her back and as she arched with my fingers, I knew we wouldn't be stopping with just kissing this time. I slid my lips across her chin, to her overly exposed throat. Her moans, caused by my nibbling and sucking, were creating an aching wetness between my legs. Jordan pouted as I pulled away from her embrace, but it turned quickly into a sly grin as I raised her shirt over her head and threw it across the room. Once again her lips met mine, crushing me into bliss. My hands drew a light trail up her abdomen to her small breasts. They were pushed into my awaiting hands as I slid my fingers slowly across her hard nipples. When our lips parted, I peered into her eyes while I continued to tease her. I could see her desire smoldering behind them. I placed soft kisses down her collar bone and around her breasts. The quickening of her breath no longer able to be hidden. I let my hands slide around to her back as I lowered my eager lips to her soft flesh. I flicked her taut nipples with my tongue, alternating between the two.
Jordan pulled my head up and away from the place I was enjoying so much. She brought her lips to mine and forced me downward, pinning me to the bed. I felt her fingers inching upward from my waist, bringing my shirt with them. After disposing of my shirt, I received a sly grin from Jordan as she patiently slid her hands down my body to my jeans. She placed tiny kisses along my torso and undid the button and zipper on my jeans with her teeth. The sight of this made me moan with expectation. I could feel her lips on my skin and I could care less where my pants and underwear went. All I could think about was this beautiful woman making my dreams come to life. Her gentle touches promising me complete bliss. I pulled Jordan into a searing kiss that made me shiver and melt. Her hands began to wander over my body. The tender touch of her exploring fingertips made goose bumps rise from my soft, pale skin. She lowered her moist lips to my aching breasts and I reveled in their warm embrace. I pulled her against me and moaned her name. As if it were a sign, her fingers began to meander a trail further along my flesh until they were inside me. Everything around me faded away as I was taken to a place I had forgotten existed. All of my senses pooled into one til I was submerged in utter ecstasy. I could feel the pressure of Jordan's body heavy upon me as she carried me to bliss. My breathing was labored as I came slowly back to reality. Jordan's breath cooled my over heated skin as she continued to place soft kisses along my face and neck. When she stopped to gaze into my eyes, I felt I could lose myself in their depths. Pulling her lips to mine, I wanted her to feel all the things she had made me feel.
Suddenly, I felt someone's eyes on me. I jerked a blanket over our bodies upon the sight of Xan standing in the doorway doing a good job of catching flies. Jordan startled when I shifted her body to lay beside mine. Her flesh gained a gradual purple tint while her face remained hidden against me. I shot him the most seething look I could manage while I hissed, "How long have you been standing there!?!? Don't you have any respect for people's privacy?!?!" His sudden interest in the floor was not amusing. "I..I ...I ...the door was open and I heard noises and..and...I wanted to make sure you were alright," Xan chanced a peek, but thought better of it. "Which obviously you are.....umm I'm gonna...," he pointed past the doorway he was parked in, "yeah..." I could almost see the puff of smoke from his hasty retreat. Jordan shifted against me, reminding me of her presence. She refused to meet my eyes, "I'm really sorry about that. You know he can be a bit absent minded. Can I make it up to you?" I turned her head to see her eyes. Jordan pulled away from me and slid from the bed. I watched as she collected her shirt from where it had been tossed, put it back on, and walked out the door without even looking back.
Speechless until her form was gone from view, all I could think was "FUCK!" Throwing my clothes back on, I ran out the door while hopping into my pants. "I'm gonna kill him for this."
I've also finished a little Xena/ Gabrielle drabble titled "The Fire Within" that can be read
Title: The Fire Within
Author: Ivy Elizabeth Mars
Fandom: Xena: Warrior Princess (Xena/ Gabrielle)
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There is no need for Xena's words to be audible to all. I can feel her call to me, asking for me to join her. Through the haze I hear her, 'Come to me.' Like a siren's call to my soul, my body follows without hesitation. I gaze into her eyes and my skin becomes inflamed by the desire I see burning behind them. Our bodies meet and all the others cease to exist. The touch of her fingers across my body make the fire within me build, consuming me. My urges to touch her are overwhelming and my hands do their bidding. Xena's skin ripples and tightens with every stroke. As I am pulled into her embrace, my thoughts have never felt so clear. This is where I am meant to be, in her arms and hers alone. All my insecurities melted away by the fire within.