DISCLAIMER: A few of these characters belong to MCA Universal. There is no intent to profit from them. The rest is mine POOF its been copyrighted.
GREEK ISLAND DISCLAIMER: Since I have, unfortunately, never been to Greece, I couldnt possibly tell you whether the water is clear, the sand is white, or if the surf is big. To be honest, even if I knew it probably wouldnt matterI had too much fun writing it this way :~).
Also, from what Ive read, there is a Rock of Desperation known as Sapphos Leap, which I believe is on Leucas Island. However, I have placed it on Lesbos and concocted my own story of the legend. Therefore, those seeking hard facts in this fiction will be disappointed.
GREAT POET DISCLAIMER: Im not a historical/literary expert and this story is not meant to be factual in any way. I have used actual names mentioned in Sapphos poem but I have taken tremendous artistic license with the women mentioned, as well as two poem fragments. * Sappho Poems, translated by Willis Barnstone (1998), is the book I referenced. Those scholarly types may want to refer to that as there is a difference between his translation and previous ones.
VIOLENCE WARNING: While there is practically no violence at all in this story, Joxer is a little roughed up. This isnt the most pro-Joxer story. So for those Joxer-sensitive types, Im pretty sure youll want to read something else.
SEX WARNING: In this story, subtext is maintext. Yes, theres some sex, it takes place on the island of Lesbosso you get the idea. If this doesnt appeal to you, than Heavens-to-Betsy, dont go any further. I dont want anyone scarred for life and sending me their therapy bills.
SURFER WARNING: Surfing in the Xenaverse is different than in real life. Dont try this at your local beaches!
Thanks a lot to my readers Mctomp <BIG kiss> and Ezzie <BIG hug>; who had to put forth double the effort.
Comments and feedback welcome (no surfing tips, please!): email@example.com
Sappho Was A Right-On Surfer Chick
Like A Holiday
Xena lowered her gaze watching her feet fall upon the dirt road. The road seemed hotter and drier than ever before. The greenness of the land always in the distance, never where she was walking. This particular dirt road was kicking up dust as they traveled along it. The summer sun drained the water out of every living thing. It didnt help Xenas mood. She couldnt seem to stop thinking about the beginning. About Gabrielle. Was it just one of those things you let happen because once it starts its just easier to let it go? Did she really need Gabrielle so much at first? Was it a need to be loved? Hero-worshipped? Why had she let Gabrielle stay with her on such a dangerous road? Oh yes, now it was too late for any changes. She knew that. Especially after everything they had been through.
Gabrielle walked silently beside Xena. There was something between them, not visible, but large and dense with its relevance. Like a monster eating its way through the air, sucking in every bit of oxygen until, like a vacuum, their world would shrink smaller and smaller until they would no longer exist.
They both sensed it, though neither really understood the dangerso preoccupied with their own minds, their own demons.
Aphrodite appeared in a dusty cloud of glitter. Xena looked around her. A chill moving up her spine in this heat was nothing short of a red flag. She noted her surroundings, cautious and on alert. The Love Goddess joined them on their walk.
After a few minutes of careful observation, Xena decided it was her imagination. She went back to brooding about the last few weeks and how their problems were compounded by the fact that there was virtually nothing happening. From village to village, new places and old, there was not a thing to be done. It was as though all warlords and villains had hung up their swords and taken a Roman holiday. There was not a good deed to be had.
Normally this would have produced an ease between the two lovers, excitedly looking for out-of-the-way watering holes and what-have-you. But this time, though neither mentioned it, they stuck to the road. Plodding away down a dirt path that took them from one dull, uneventful place to the next.
Gabrielle built a fire as Xena tended to Argo. They ate dinner in companionable silence with an unusually quiet and thoughtful Aphrodite sitting between them. When they did talk it was almost too polite, too considerate: Xena asking Gabrielle for a story. Something she rarely did. Gabrielle reciting one half-heartedly. Something she never did.
Xena wondered if she should break their silently, agreed upon, distance. "Is everything alright, Gabrielle? You seem less¼ enthusiastic than usual. Normally, I ask for a story and its a never ending stream of"
"Im fine. Just tired. Its been a long day. All the walking weve been doing."
"Yeah, Ive been thinking¼ "
"Just a thought. But why dont we get off the road for awhile?"
Gabrielle hesitated, thats when Aphrodite could no longer take it. "Oh, I am sooo over this!" She wiggled a couple fingers at Gabrielle.
The bard straightened up, enthusiasm striking like a thunderbolt. "Okay, lets do it. Umm¼ what do you want to do?"
"I dont know. Whatever people do when they stop doing what they do."
Gabrielle thought about it, hand characteristically to her chin in thought. "Like a holiday without any specific reason. Sounds good. Where do you want to go?"
"I havent gotten that far. I thought you might figure it out."
Gabrielle gave her a look. "Up to me, is it? Alright, hmm¼ "
Aphrodite rolled her eyes and shook another magical finger at the bard.
Gabrielle brightened, then turned dour. "No, that would require a boat."
"Oh, its just that Ive heard about these great little islands off the coast. Ive even heard a rumor that the famous poet Sappho lives on one of them."
"That sounds good. Lets do that." Xena leaned back against the tree figuring the arrangements were set.
"Xena, arent you forgetting something?"
"Oh yeah, Argo. I know a good place I can board her."
"Im talking about my sea sickness."
"I dont know."
"We need the rest, Gabrielle. Have faith in me, or at least trust me with this."
Trust her? Gabrielle wondered if she still did. She didnt think Xena really trusted her anymore. The bard looked into the fire without answering.
Aphrodite sighed, "Women¼ " and disappeared in a trail of glitter.
* * * * *
The boat trip over was fairly uneventful. Gabrielle managed through the use of pressure points though she did consume more squid than she could handle and ended up sick for a night. Xena held her blonde locks back while she returned the squids to their ocean home.
Xena used the time between the retching to hold Gabrielle on the deck, soothing her with hands that stroked the bards hair back. It was one of the few physical contacts they had since before Chin. Then after Solon, and Hope¼ it was all too much. Everything after that unraveled at such a heated pace their lives were turned inside out, all but destroyed. Somehow, they had tried to hold on to what they knew. But now that they were no longer lovers, not really even friendshow could they be, when they dare not speak to each other about the pain they were in? Then, really, they were nothing more than traveling companions. And wandering aimlessly at that. But now, this sudden trip, Xena was afraid it would have the opposite effect of healing. What if it exposed just how deep the wounds were? And was there any healing for that?
She looked out at the vastness of the sea, the bard warm in her arms and she could sense something, like a tiny flicker that she needed to get back to. A lost element. She needed it, whatever it was, wherever it was, in order to save what was left between her and Gabrielle. She would need it, simply put, to find the rest of her way through this world. Right now she and Gabrielle were on a precipice, about to fall in. They both knew it, though neither spoke of it.
Poet, Bard, Wave Rider, Warrior
The island was beautiful and unlike anything they were used to. White sands and ocean water that was as clear as a mountain stream. Xena could look down and see her toes as her dinner swam by. She reached down and nabbed it, though it didnt seem very sporting.
Gabrielle sat on the beach, her toes digging into the warm sand. She watched the tall woman who was so familiar to her, yet at that momentand too often latelynearly a stranger. Everything was the same. Xena catching fish like she always did. The gestures, everything about her. Well, except for the recent withdrawal, which was even more pronounced than her usual brooding. The bard felt so distant from the warrior, like she had been looking at Xena through a clear colored stone that somehow had been turned, and with that one act, distorted everything. Nothing retained its shape or form. Long was short, thin was wide, beautiful was grotesque.
There were times when she woke up in the mornings, dawn breaking, when she just knew she would find the answers she needed. But by evenings end she was just as lost as the day before. But there was something about being here. Ever since the idea came to her she felt¼ hopeful. Though she was at a loss as how this place could do what they had not managed to do traveling through out all of Greece. Still, there seemed to be something¼
Xena brought the fish to shore and cleaned them. She skewered them and let them cook over the fire.
Gabrielle found herself talking before she was able to stop herself. "Do you notice, I mean, I know you do, but do you ever wonder why we never talk much anymore?"
Xena looked at the fish, adjusting the sticks, though they were fine. "I figured it was you. I never talk much."
Gabrielle was nervous, her stomach tight, but she pressed on. "True. But Xena, I can feel something between us, I have to believe you feel it too?" There it was. She had spoken about the taboo that had been constructed between them: Not to bring up this matter, a matter that neither of them completely understood. At least not yet.
Xena sighed and gave in to the wreckage of the wall Gabrielle was destroying. "You know what its about. All of it. Why do we have to relive it?"
"But its more than that. Everything else might have started this, but weve nourished it. Weve fed this monster everyday since and now its out of control. Weve got to do something, Xena." Tears came quickly to Gabrielles eyes, faster than she had expected. She was closer to the edge than she realized. "If we dont do something, Im afraid of whats going to happen."
Xena went to Gabrielle and kneeled beside her. "Hey, its alright. Well work it out." She smiled, tying to convince both Gabrielle and herself that this thing could be toppled. Xena pulled Gabrielle to her, meaning to be tender but her own emotions took over and she held Gabrielle forcefully to her, chin on the bards head.
"You know," Xena said, "if we dont work it out, we dont win. And I never accept defeat."
"Its more than that," Gabrielle answered and for the first time, breathing against Xenas neck, she could face her biggest fear. "Im afraid for my soul."
* * * * *
The lyric poetry struck at the very heart of Gabrielle. Its telling moved her as the words moved in and about the accompanying lyre. She sat among a row of other women still trying to push back those tears that seemed too near the surface these days. And she was not quite comfortable enough in this new environment to make a spectacle of herself. Her eyes sought out Xena. There she was near the back, eyes heavy-lidded, leaning against a pillar. Gabrielle couldnt tell if the warrior was moved by the poetry or if she had sealed up all entrances to her heart.
It was over and the other women moved from their chairs to mingle. Gabrielle made her way across the floor to Sappho. The poet saw the young blonde approaching and turned to greet her, raising her eyebrow in a strangely familiar way.
"I just wanted to say how much I enjoyedno, thats not strong enoughI loved it. It really moved me. It had verve."
Gabrielle would have gone on but Sappho asked, "Whats your name?"
"Oh, right, where are my manners? Im Gabrielle. Ive heard so much about you. Sappho the tenth muse. Sappho, the honey tongued poet. You know, after awhile you figure the build up is going to be bigger than the pay off, but wow¼ Im floored!"
Sapphos eyes roamed over the enthusiastic young woman. She saw everything about her: the gestures, the passion, and the light that she came from, the merriment and joy she was capable of. Then something like a cloud, dark and harder to penetrate, shadowed this young Gabrielles features. And soon the poet was looking up into the blue eyes of a tall dark warrior. She involuntarily swallowed.
"Nice song," the dark one said.
"Shes not one for words," Gabrielle explained, giving the taller one a look. The warrior just shrugged it off and looked across the room.
Sappho could see the tall womans mind at work, taking in her environment, measuring it up. First the warrior would make sure they were safe, the rest was just curiosity. Like the poets own gift for seeing into people, this very striking warrior could read situations, environments, maybe large human traits like dishonorable intentions, or the like. She was like the bird that could see everything, but only from a great distance. She was blind in the smaller, minute matters. The things the young blonde would be most capable ofprobably those things that involved the heart. They were a compliment to each other. No doubt companions of some sort.
Both were beautiful. Both were troubled.
The poet could see the buffer that existed between them. If one moved forward, the other moved backward, as though an invisible barrier of energy prevented them from merging into the same physical space.
Sappho saw all this within minutes of their meeting.
"Sappho! Hey babe!" A voice called from across the room breaking the reverent silence that usually accompanied such events. Sapphos breath caught at the sight of the tall blonde dressed in a loose toga. She held a long shiny wooden board under her arm. "Come on, lets go. Theyre kickin today."
"Whos kicking? Is someone in trouble?" Gabrielle asked.
"I mean surfs up!" The sleek brown skinned blonde ran down the stairs, down the hill toward the ocean, leaving the poet, warrior and bard looking after her.
"Whats she going to do with that board?" Xena asked, almost in spite of herself. She would have rather not been interested.
"Come on. Ill show you." Sappho made her way past the two women.
Gabrielle looked up at Xena. The taller woman shrugged, as if to say, nothing better to do.
Once down at the shore Xena watched in amusement, and Gabrielle with some shyness, as dozens of naked young women entered the ocean with their long, shiny wooden boards.
"I dont get it," Gabrielle said.
Xena scrutinized the situation then appeared to finally understand. "Theyre going to ride the surf. Watch that one out there, the one out the furthest. See the wave beginning to form? Oh, there she goes, see? Shes paddling with the wave and now its going to rise up, there!"
Gabrielle saw the woman belly down on her board, riding the high wave until it crashed and so did she.
"Cool," Xena muttered.
"I dunno," Xena said, unsure what she had meant.
They watched while all the women rode wave after wave. Sapphos tall blonde friend was clearly the best. Gabrielle caught Xena leaning forward with an intense gleam in her eye.
After a while, the poet and the tall blonde came out of the ocean, each bronzed and radiant from the sun and the exercise. They sat near Xena and Gabrielle.
"Can I look at this thingie?" Xena asked Sappho.
Sappho handed the board to Xena.
"So, whats this called?" Gabrielle asked.
"Atthis discovered it," Sappho answered, gesturing to the tall blonde who simply shrugged. "We call it wave riding." The tall wave rider smiled shyly when Sappho looked at her with affection.
"Its amazing to watch. Whats it feel like?" Gabrielle asked.
"It feels like poetry," Sappho grinned. "Like the oceans verse. You should try it."
Gabrielle looked skeptical. "You cant get seasick from doing it, can you?"
"You know if you made this fin longer you would have more maneuverability. You should taper the ends a little more, here and here." Xena handed the board back to its owner.
Sappho was bright eyed, eager at the idea of bettering her board. "Can you make one for me?"
Atthis gave Xena a once over.
Xena shrugged. "Sure, I think I can do something with this." The poet handed the warrior the board again and she turned it over a few times in her hands.
Sappho studied the dark woman. "I dont think weve been properly introduced. Im Sappho and this is Atthis."
"Xena, and this is"
"Yes, Gabrielle," Sappho smiled at the young blonde.
Gabrielle smiled and gave Xena a haughty look. For once, it was she who was recognized before Xena, and by someone as famous as the great poet Sappho.
Sappho regarded the warriors attire and gave Atthis a look. The tall wave rider ran up the cliffs to where the housing was located.
"Since you have been kind enough to better my board," Sappho said to Xena. "And you have been kind enough to praise my humble verse," she directed to Gabrielle, before speaking to them both, "I hope you will do me the honor of being my guests for dinner?"
"That would be an honor," Gabrielle said warmly, answering for them both.
"Do you need a place to stay?" The poet inquired.
"Were just passing through." Xena gave Gabrielle a look meant to discourage the bard.
"Well, should it please you, we have an extra cottage, small but private, for as long as you are passing through."
Gabrielle ignored Xenas firm gaze. "Wed be honored to accept your hospitality. Wouldnt we, Xena?"
"Sure," said the warrior through her teeth.
Sappho stood and shrugged on her fine linen, prompting Gabrielle to look at the ocean. "Atthis will return and show you to the cottage."
After the poet was out of earshot, Xena turned to Gabrielle. "What did you do that for? Now well have to spend all our time with them."
"Whats wrong with that? A little poetry, music, some wine. Good food that I dont have to clean or cook for a change. How much better can it get?"
Gabrielle softened. "Whats bothering you about this, Xena?"
Xena saw the thoughtful look Gabrielle gave her, which made her more considerate in return. "Nothing. Youll enjoy it, wont you?"
"Well, I do love her writing. Its sort of¼ I dont know¼ nice, to be around another writer."
Xena smiled weakly but it had more heart in it than Gabrielle had seen in a long time. "Then, well stay." She looked down at the wave riding board in her hand, tongue thrust to the corner of he mouth. "Now, to get to work."
Lesbian Works For Gabrielle
Atthis showed them to their room. A cottage with whitewashed walls, it caught the light of the little island in the most amazing way. It seemed to fill the room; as if the light itself was a boarder, an entity one breaks bread with, toasts with, converses to.
Gabrielle flopped onto the bed. Nothing fancy, but quaint like the rest of the place. Xena kept pacing around the room. Atthis returned with some clothing that she laid next to Gabrielle on the bed.
"Whats this?" Xena asked, her lip curled in distaste.
"Sappho thought you might like some cooler rags. The days here can get pretty steamyhumid, ya know." Atthis fingered the lightweight cloth to make her point.
"Well, shes wrong. Were just fine." Xenas voice lowered a notch.
Gabrielle laughed lightly, covering the warriors tone. "These are lovely, really. Tell Sappho thank you."
Atthis backed out of the room, unsure whether to be alarmed by Xenas threatening tone, or soothed by Gabrielles easy manner.
Xena gave the bard an amazed look once Atthis was gone.
"I know, I know, Ive been going against the warriors wishes. But just once, Xena, I would like you to try and relax. There are no warlords here. Were not in danger. Thats the point. Thats why we came here, isnt it? I say we go with the flow." Gabrielle stopped short, never having used that phrase before.
Xena raised an eyebrow.
"What I mean is we should just hang, er¼ I mean chill¼ uh, I mean, you know," Gabrielle stammered.
Gabrielle swung her head from side to side, shook her shoulders and bobbed her head, grooving in what could only be some sort of funky dance. "Just mellow out, warrior babe."
Gabrielle stilled her body. What was she doing? She pressed a hand to her forehead, a strange fuzzy sensation there. But then her stomach growled. "Uh, Im famished. Lets just get dressed."
Minutes later, Gabrielle appeared in a soft blue dress very similar to the one Sappho and the other women wore. Sleeveless, it gathered at the waist with a gold cord and fell in elegant layers at the neckline (which plunged in both the front and the back) and at the waist and hip, down to the floor where her feet donned a pair of fine leather sandals.
"What do you think?" She asked Xena.
Working on reshaping the board near the window light, Xena turned, her smile lopsided as she surveyed the new Gabrielle. "Very Lesbian."
"Ya think? Yeah," Gabrielle turned this way and that, checking out the quality of the material, "not bad."
Hmm, Lesbian works for Gabrielle. She turned her attention back to the board.
Gabrielle waited, hands on hips, observing Xena work. "Arent you getting dressed? Its almost time to go."
"I told you, Im comfortable just like this."
"Xena, I hate to mention this, but normally, when you stick out like a sore thumb its to your advantage. In this particular instance, its not."
"And whys that?"
"Theres no one here to impress or intimidate. Youre supposed to be taking time off from the whole kicking butt thing. So, I think you might want to try and blend in more. Besides, you promised me you would relax."
Xena looked up, a spark in the cool blue eyes. "Is that what you think? I want to impress and intimidate?"
"Well," Gabrielle half stammered, but decided to hold her ground. Somewhat. "You may not intend it, but it happens." Gabrielle walked over to her, as she did, Xena stood up and moved past her. "Xena, Im sorry"
Xena picked up the dress laid out for her, the sandals as well. "Ill be out in a minute."
She emerged in a light lavender dress of similar material to Gabrielles, though Xenas fell off the shoulders. Xena, forever the warrior, planted her feet apart, hands on hips and looked disapproving and amused at the same time. Gabrielle was perched on the wave rider, and from the looks of it, was imagining herself on a giant swell. She didnt notice Xena standing there as her body teetered back and forth dramatically.
Xena knew how wacky the bard could be, but since they arrived she had been a little stranger than usual. Xena supposed they really did need this time away from their normal lives, if this was any indication. Xena was lost in this thought when Gabrielle spotted her, straightening up and looking suddenly sober.
Gabrielle took in Xena from head to toe. "Gods, Xena. You look beautiful."
Xena felt a slow blush crawl up her neck to her cheeks. "Lets go. We dont want to miss another one of those snappy songs."
On the walk over Gabrielle took a sidelong glance at Xena. The woman seemed as stoic as ever. If possible, her feelings were even more hidden than before. Before¼ before it all happened. "Xena," she stopped the warrior from walking by placing a hand on her arm. "I know Im pushing you. If you really dont want to go, I understand. Im sorry Ive been so, well, pushy. I just want us back to normal." Those damn tears came back. "I know there are answers that were both seeking. That theres no forgoing this journey, but Im afraid¼ of, of losing you."
At the sight of Gabrielles tears, Xena melted. The barrier between them lessened and she took Gabrielle into her arms, whispering fiercely into her blonde hair, "I wont let that happen." Xena took Gabrielle by the shoulders and looked down at her. "This will work itself out. No matter what happens, I want you to know"
A rustling in the bushes brought Xena into a defensive posture.
Emerging with a stumbling gait and several pieces of foliage stuck to him, was Joxer. "There you are! Do you know what I had to do to find you? Aickk¼ "
Xena put the pinch on him. He fell to his knees, tongue sticking out of his mouth, eyes rolled back in his head, as he fell face first into the dirt.
"What?" Gabrielle asked desperately, pulling Xena back to her as the warrior left the gasping Joxer not far from their feet. "What do you want me to know?"
Xena looked caught, and for a moment Gabrielle wondered if the moment had passed.
But Xenas eyes narrowed in resolve before softening and pleading with Gabrielle. "That I love you." She rested her palm on Gabrielles cheek.
Gabrielle draped her hand over Xenas arm, a comfortable gesture that both women were used to. But this time was different because Xena looked at the hand resting there and before she could tell herself not to, before she could call up any old anger or fear, she ducked down and softly kissed Gabrielles fingers, like a slow exhale of air.
Gabrielles breath caught and her stomach turned upside down. She watched Xenas face, her eyes closed as her lips stayed in contact with the bards fingers. The warriors cheek was so soft and smooth looking that Gabrielle couldnt remove her eyes. Taking a step forward, she rested her own cheek against that soft spot that she coveted. She moved her skin gently against Xenas, relishing the feel. Her eyes closed, then opened half-mast, feeling something like a great release, a need, an urge she bore for so long that the relief was beyond description.
At the touch, Gabrielle breathed out the tiniest moan, but it was right into Xenas ear. Xena pressed into the cheek next to hers, pressed sideways until her lips touched Gabrielles. Unable to move too quickly, still taking in what was happening, she moved her lips ever so slightly over the smaller womans mouth, circling them like she was waiting for the right moment to swoop down on such lovely, tasty prey. But Gabrielles shallow breathing, the catch in her throat, caught Xenas ear once more and her heart beat so fast she could no longer resist the urge. She wanted to swallow Gabrielle whole.
The kiss was so deep, so hard, so sudden, that there was nothing for either to do but receive the blow. Hanging on to each other for support, bracing their legs against the ground for balance, they remained upright longer than either of them suspected they could. When neither could take anymore, Xena pulled back licking and biting Gabrielles lips.
Gabrielles tongue slid back into the warriors, gliding over the beautiful white teeth, unable to leave the womans warm mouth but knowing her legs wouldnt hold her up much longer. Then she remembered something they had both forgotten. Hating to do it, she pulled her lips from Xena. "Joxer."
"What?" Xena breathed out and kissed Gabrielle again, hating the feel of Gabrielles mouth leaving her own.
"The pinch, you put the"
"Oh." Xena looked sideways at Joxer lying unmoving on the ground without ever letting her lips leave Gabrielles. "Oops."
"Why oops?" Gabrielle moved her hands to Xenas neck, pulling her closer.
"Its been too long." Xena wrapped her arms around Gabrielles waist and pulled the bards body tightly against her own. The touch of their bodies under the thin fabric was like they were wearing nothing at all.
Gabrielle groaned. "You mean hes dead?"
"Fraid so." Xenas hands wandered from Gabrielles waist into her soft blonde hair, pulling her head back for another deep kiss.
"Thats really not so good," Gabrielle gasped as the kiss ended and Xenas hands found their way to the front of her dress, holding a soft breast in each hand. "I mean, we have to do something."
"Mmm," Xena groaned back, loving the feel of Gabrielles body under her fingers. "Ill see what I can do."
Reluctantly, Xena pulled away from the bard, though it was almost an impossible task when she saw Gabrielles flushed cheeks and swollen lips. She reversed the pinch and punched Joxer in the chest a few times while managing never to take her eyes off of the very aroused bard.
Joxer gasped, sputtered and eventually began to breathe again. Then his eyes crossed and he passed out once more.
Gabrielle looked concerned. "Is he dead?"
Xena felt his pulse. "Naw, he might have some brain damage though. Well have to wait until hes conscious to see how much."
Gabrielle held out a hand and Xena took it, letting it pull her into Gabrielles embrace. The bard buried her face in warm brown skin.
"Hey! What happened? Oh yeah, Ive been looking for you two. Do you know how hard it was to find you?" Joxer sat up, looking for all the world like his normal self. "Oh! Is it a group hug?"
Joxer stood and ventured toward them only to have the warriors fist swing upward, knocking him out again, her other arm still wrapped tightly around Gabrielle. They were just about to resume from where they left off when there was more rustling from the bushes and Atthis appeared.
"There you are. Sups on," she said, noting the twos embrace.
"Well be right there." Gabrielle blushed and smiled; assuring the woman their current activity wouldnt make them late.
"Would it be possible to get him on the next boat out of here?" Xena inquired of Atthis, gesturing to the unconscious Joxer.
Atthis took a step forward and peered down at the strange looking specimen with a repulsed look. "Knarly. Yeah, that shouldnt be a prob. Ill have someone disposeI mean, dump him on a fishing boat."
"Thanks," Xena said sincerely. She was beginning to like the tall wave rider.
"Better get a move on. Dont want to keep the babe-a-licious one waiting too long." Atthis sauntered off ahead of them, her gait long and loose like she hadnt a care in the world.
"Babe-a-licious?" Gabrielles eyebrows raised with her smile. Xena shrugged and ran a thumb along Gabrielles lower lip, sobering the bard up quickly. "How are we going to get through this dinner?"
"We could always back out," Xena playfully suggested, though her eyes were serious.
Gabrielle thought about it. Really thought about it. But eventually sighed. "It wouldnt be right. Were her guests."
"Then I guess well just have to find a way to get through it."
Gabrielle studied her. "Youre going to give me a hard time, arent you?"
Xena feigned surprise, an innocent hand to her chest as she silently mouthed the word, Me?
"Just remember two can play at that game," Gabrielle warned her, poking the taller woman in the chest.
Xena grabbed the offending hand and held it as they walked the rest of the way to Sapphos dinner.
Aphrodite and Cupid appeared as the two women walk away, hand in hand, staring moony-eyed at each other.
"You dont think your little spell on the short one has influenced this?" Cupid asked his sister.
"No, the babes are way into each other, always have been. They were already lovers when all this bummer shit came down. I just needed to get them somewhere where they could re-ignite all that passion brimming just under the surface. A little Aphrodite perfume on the little blondes head and the chicky-babe knew to come here." Aphrodite pats her hair, pleased with herself.
"I think it might have been a little too much. Did you see how she was¼ " Cupid danced around, imitating what Gabrielle had done earlier. A groovy little dance.
"Itll wear off. It was just a booster spell. Besides, part of its not me, dorkus, its the island. Remember, Sappho, Greeces greatest poet worships moi. So I enchant the island. It allows the natives to loosen up a bit. Seems fair."
"So what am I doing here?"
Aphrodite wrinkled her nose. "Just a little job. Lets jam." She dematerializes in a wake of glitter.
Cupid rolls his eyes. "So flashy."
Continued in Part 2
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