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"When I can find the heart to. If I ever can find the heart to." "You can. You must. Your feelings are strong, but they have a price." "It's too great!" "Yes, Xena. But even though it hurts, there's comfort in such pain." "I don't understand." "Poor woman. I guess you don't. And there's nothing that can be done to change how things are or to lessen what you feel. Alas for you, Warrior Princess. And alas for the man dear to us both." Milan was writing at his desk. It was his four- th draft, finally one he was willing to sign, and he did so carefully. He spread a pinch of sand to dry the ink and rubbed his eyes. Tomorrow he would promote his lieutenant and they would both be there when he pre- sented his resignation to the castello. He had turned the problem over many times in his mind, but he always came to the same thing. Something was bothering Xena, something that she wouldn't talk about. And if there was a solution to her troubles, she wasn't finding it in the city. He was determined that she wouldn't have to search for it alone. This time, he would not let his career defeat his feelings for a woman. There was a soft knock at his door. "If that's you, squire, you're dismissed for the night." He gawked as Xena entered the room. She was clad in a silken gown. A pale blue, see-through garment that. . . It was the first time he had seen Xena like this. When she was in her armor, weapons in hand, she had always projected power, but this was a different kind of power. Different, but by no means weaker. Esmerelda was right, Xena thought. There was something precious in the pain itself. A lump formed in her throat and she looked shyly at the floor as she tried to remember the speech she had rehearsed all afternoon in her suite. The words evaded her as Milan rose and opened his arms for her. You never showed me this side, Hercules. When we parted, I knew it was for the best. But now I want to stay! I want to ride with him through the meadows in the spring. I want to share my dreams with him, as he has with me. I want to not have to wonder where I can spend the night safely or when I'll be eating again. I want to be able to greet people without worrying if my weapons are within easy reach. I want to hold his power when we are in bed, to feel his heartbeat against my breast and hear how sweetly my name sounds in his whispers while we make love. But it cannot be so. I have a dark road to fol- low, and he cannot be part of it. This part of me can- not live right now, not with the wraiths of unforgiven sins grasping for me in my sleep. "Why are you crying, mistress?" She looked at him, the desperation almost wreck- ing her. "Don't call me that, Milan. We are more than warriors." "Aye, dear one," he said as ran his hands through her dark hair, brushed his lips against the delicate skin of her neck, the soft spot behind her ears. On the brink of tears, she was robbed of any chance to tell him. The comfort of his arms was some- thing that tore away her resolve. She had faced sword and arrow and fist, most of the time without so much as a flinch, but she fell to his gentle touch, cowered at the aspect of losing him to the cold, empty future she faced. She stepped away from him as she slipped the straps of the filmy gown off her shoulders. The sadness gave way to something else, something that was much more urgent and replaced the ache in her heart with fire. The gossamer fabric floated down to her feet, and she stepped out of it as she took Milan's hands, tug- ging him onto the bed with her. Xena's body was feverish, insistent as she arched against him. Her strong thighs squeezed him as they kissed. Her fingers locked in the lengths of his hair as he kissed her chin, her throat, the hollows of her clavicles. He could feel the throb of her pulse beneath her skin as his lips caressed the curve of her neck. His hips rocked powerfully with a slow rhythm. She rubbed her calves along the back of his legs, sque- ezed his ass and felt the muscles there flex as he continued his wonderful strokes, but he wouldn't come yet. Her hands clenched the sheets of the bed into sweaty bunches. Milan took her hands in his, raveling his fingers with hers, pulled them over her head as he sped up. Xena screamed out as their flesh pounded to- gether. She felt his wonderfully hot seed spurting into her wonb, and screamed in ecstasy again. In a few minutes, they were interrupted by bang- ing at the door. Milan poked his head out the door and whispered a lame, embarrassed excuse to the alarmed servants while Xena giggled. She'd rarely done that, especially not around a man, but she could not deny the feeling as they grinned at each other sheepishly and laughed together once the servants' footsteps receded. He climbed back into bed with her, rolling and tangling in the sheets while they rained soft kisses over each other. This time their embraces were relaxed, more tender, as the flames of lust softened into the warmth of affection. Afterwards, she got up and looked out the bal- cony at the city that was still asleep. The evening air was crisp and her joy was tempered as she realized she still didn't know what to say to him. She realized that she was hurting them both, but she didn't know what to do. Milan was sitting on the edge of the bed, reaching out to her. "Come back to bed, Xena, there's still some night left." "Hold me, Milan," she said, grateful for the darkness that hid the suffering in her eyes. She knew that this would have to last her a long time. # The morning sun streamed through the window and warmed Milan's face. He shifted in the pleasant feeling of drowsiness, reached out to put his arm around Xena. He felt only the rumpled sheets were she had been, al- ready cool. The room was silent and empty when he sat up and looked around. He pulled on a robe and started to go to her quarters, but he stopped before he even reached the door. He already knew what he would find. And even though he was bitterly disappointed, he wasn't too surprised. He looked from his window at the world that was waking. It was a clear day that was indif- ferent to his sorrow as the woman of his heart rode out of his life. The lands where she was riding were sunlit, the sky was the same soft blue as her eyes. He watched it all through his tears. THE END... A Bonus --------------------------------------------- Xena's Dream I would like to have your lovely stiff cock in my mouth. I'd love to feel your beautiful cock all the way down my throat, and your big tight balls against my chin. I'd love to suck you and lick you, and then run my tongue right down between your legs and lick and suck at your beautiful ass. Then I'd massage your cock with my hand until that lovely clear juice came oozing out of the little hole in the end, and I'd lick that up with the tip of my tongue. Then I'd suck you and lick you so fast and so hard that you wouldn't be able to stop your- self from coming, even if you wanted to, and when your beautiful white spunk came shooting out, I'd open my mouth and I'd swallow it down while I licked your cock to get as much as I could. Then I'd kiss you all over until you went to sleep.