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A Moment’s Passion
by Lady Elara
12/98
LadyElara@hotmail.com

Borias quietly held the sleeping woman in his arms. Her raven black hair, in wild disarray, fell like a silk curtain to cover her nakedness. The creamy whiteness of her breasts, peaked teasingly at him, through wisps of her hair.

Even in sleep, there was a wildness about her. A savage, primitive nature that seemed to simmer just below the surface. Yet, without the intense blue eyes that glittered with an internal fire staring at him, she appeared somewhat soft, vulnerable even.

He tightened his hold on her, full of mixed emotions, then stilled when he felt her stir. Careful not to wake the sleeping beauty, he laid Xena onto her back in the furs beside him.

He gazed silently at her face. At the high cheek bones and finely arched eyebrows. The long dark lashes that lay closed upon her cheeks. His gaze lingered on her full sensual lips, before returning to take in her face as a whole. She had an expression of smugness about her that disturbed him.

Sighing he laid back into his furs, clasping his hands behind his head. What a fool he was! To love such a woman as this. She was wild, untamed, savage. She would make love to him with a passionate savagery like he had never before experienced, and then turn into a wall of ice staring at him with those intense blue eyes. At times like that he felt that she could have cheerfully slit his throat without a second thought. No matter that she carried his child within her.

Thinking of his future child, a son the shamaness Alti predicted, he turned onto his side and looked at the woman next to him. The fire flickered off the walls of their hide tent, sending shadows dancing across her bare skin.

He stared hard at the slightly protruding belly, willing it to move with the life that he new to be within. Xena had not mentioned whether she had felt the kicks of her son yet, and he knew she wouldn't when she did.

Determinedly he reached out his hand and gently placed it upon her abdomen. She had only just begun to show this last month and was developing a softness about her, that he hoped had to do with the knowledge that she carried life.

His Xena. She was not all bad. Of that he believed deeply within his heart. For how could a woman such as she arouse such feeling in him if she were truly evil? And yet, he has seen her commit such atrocities. Just last week, she savagely slit a man's throat who had dared to lay his hands on her. Sometimes her brutality repulsed him. No matter that he could be just as merciless when warranted.

This last month has seen many changes. Both within himself and within her. After she had massacred the Amazon leaders Xena had sunk into a turbulent moodiness. It almost appeared she might regret what she had done. Borias liked to think so. For if Xena could regret, then perhaps there was a future for their little family.

Family. She despised that word. She would kill him did he bring it up again. Yet it was exactly what he wanted. Where had all this come from? They were good together, of that there was no doubt. Good in warfare as well as bed. They were useful to each other, and that was all there had ever been. They used each other. Yet somewhere along the line his feelings changed. Her savagery and passion ignited his soul, just as her vulnerability, that he had only glimpsed in Chin and again this past month, seared his heart.

Fool that he was, he had gone and fallen in love with this woman. A woman who would kill him, did it serve her purposes. Yet she was fiercely possessive of him. Threatening any other woman who looked his way.

Sighing he removed his hand from her belly. He was disappointed that he had felt no movement, yet grateful he had this opportunity to try. How much longer would she welcome him to her bed? She was intent on hiding her pregnancy, a fact that made him burn with anger. For how could she hide their child? He was afraid that she did not intend to keep it. He would steal it away himself, before he let her give it up.

His mood now quite sour, he stiffly got out of bed. He gathered up his clothes, thinking of the day ahead. He hoped to meet with the Centaurs, and win their trust. His plan with the Amazons having failed after the slaughter that Xena and Alti had instigated. He was angry at Xena for that, but was glad to see Alti go her separate way afterwards. He did not trust that hag of a woman.

Pulling his pants on, he turned to gather up his boots, and stopped at the sight of Xena staring at him. For the briefest of seconds there appeared to be a tender look in her eyes as she gazed at him. He must of been mistaken. It had to be the light of the fire and his own wishful thinking, because the look he was getting now was anything but tender.

"You should have woke me." She stated as she rolled off the pile of furs that served as their bed. She gracefully came to her feet, arching her back in a slow, sensual stretch. Borias caught his breath as she swung around to face him, the glow of the fire bathing her in it's light. She was beautiful and wanton. Once again she was igniting his passion. Deliberately, he knew.

Nonchalantly she sat upon the foot of the bed. Her long legs spread ever so slightly. She leaned back on her elbows, causing her full breasts to thrust upward, begging to be touched. She was gazing at him intently, provoking his passion with her insatiable lust.

"I know you weren’t planning on leaving me here, while you go and chat with your little centaur friends.." she murmured as she looked at him. "because that just might make me angry. Though why you waste time talking to those beasts, I will never know." Her eyes narrowed, showing her irritation. "We should just wipe those filthy creatures out, we have the army to do it."

"Xena, " Borias replied with patience. "You agreed to try it my way first. An alliance will..."

"Alliance, alliance, alliance!" Xena snapped, sitting up "You and your stupid politics make me sick. You are turning too soft-hearted Borias. You are becoming weak as a child. First you protect that dirty little orphan, then you stop me from wiping out the rest of the Amazons! It would have been so easy to finish them, off!"

"Xena, you knew that I wanted an alliance with the Amazons, and you ruined it. You are behaving like a spoiled child! You cannot go around killing everybody you want..."

"Oh, but I can." She said softly, as she came swiftly to her feet. Borias only had time to blink before her swinging fist met with his chin. A high kick in the center of his chest sent him crashing to the floor with a curse.

Before he could regain his breath, she was upon him, straddling his hips and pinning his shoulders to the floor with her hands. Xena stared at him intently from her vantage point. A smug smile playing at the corners of her mouth as he seethed beneath her. Borias glared up at her, angry at her highhandedness. When their eyes clashed he froze, his anger giving way to passion.

"Why waste energy fighting, when we can put it to much better use?" She whispered seductively just before claiming his mouth for a savage kiss.

Borias yielded to her raw passion, running his hands possessively down her back. He gripped her naked hips and slowly began moving her against his body. A moan escaped her lips, as she threw her head back enjoying the sensations he was causing to pulse through her.

She leaned forward, pressing her breasts to his still naked chest. He claimed her mouth for a searing kiss born of frustration, and of love. She returned his kiss wildly, passionately, wrapping her arms around his neck. Trailing kisses to her ear, Borias held her tightly.

"Xena..." he whispered.

The End

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