Xena Alternative Fan Fiction
Unchained Melody Parts 3-4
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Alexandria pulled up into the driveway of the huge three-story home she lived in.The house was large but not pretentious.There were numerous windows with black shutters flung open against white walls, an old wrap-around porch with comfortable chairs and a swing. The house was surrounded by a lush green yard, dotted with knotty old trees whose large low-hanging limbs longed to be climbed. If you looked closely enough you could almost see the children who had played here over the years, the boys and girls, families, laughter and sunshine. You would never guess that a single, reserved woman lived alone in its welcoming rooms. Alex herself often wondered what possessed her to by such a place, but it was home.
The statuesque singer unfastened her seat belt and turned in her seat to gently shake the honey-haired chef from her dreams."Stephanie, we're here. Wake up so I can get you inside."
The smaller woman mumbled drowsily, "Don't wanna; wanna sleep." Smacking her lips softly, Stephanie continued to do just that. Alex decided to let her be for the moment, and got out of the car. She opened the rear passenger seat and collected the young chef's few belongings. She shook Stephanie once more, trying again unsuccessfully to waken her. "It must be the pain meds the doc gave her. No one can sleep like that," Alex thought as she carried the things into the house and placed them on the couch.
She went back out to collect Stephanie and this time she was successful in rousing the drowsy woman and getting her in the house. The steps were difficult; Alex almost had to pick up the half-asleep woman, who was not co-operating. The injury to her wrist made it impossible for her to use crutches for a few days and she had to stay off of her injured ankle as well. It made any kind of walking or getting around very difficult for the blonde woman.
Alex led her down the hall to a guest bedroom and helped her settle on the bed on the bed. "I have to go lock up the car. I'll be back in a few minutes." Looking around the room and then back at Stephanie, she continued, "You can stay here."
"Thank you." The blonde woman watched the tall brunette nod her head silently and leave. She began to look around the room. The furniture was simple, a deep brown wood that had been worn with time and use. There was the large queen-size bed she was sitting on, two nightstands with lamps and a phone, a dresser with mirror and a chest of drawers. There was also a chair against one wall. The headboard and dresser mirror had little shelves built in. There were a few books in the headboard and little porcelain figurines and candles on the dresser. The room was decorated in smoky pastels and a cornflower blue. There was an another doorway, which led into the bathroom. It was all beautiful and inviting.
Alex came in a few seconds later carrying Stephanie's things. "Here you go. If you need to use the restroom, you can use this one. There should be enough to lean on between here and there, but stay off the foot as much as you can. Is everything ok? Would you like a snack or something to drink?"
"Umm, what time is it?" Stephanie asked, trying to clear her head. "I don't need anything. I don't want to put you through any trouble. I appreciate you letting me stay here. It's a nice place."
"It's about 4:30. I'm going to fix myself a sandwich before I get ready for bed. I can as easily make two, and you don't have to thank me. You needed someone to stay with you," Alex shrugged. "I'm here."
Stephanie started to say thank you again, but stopped herself and nodded. "I'd like that. I'll get ready for bed." She looked around and then got a puzzled look on her face. "Do you have something I can borrow to wear tonight?"
The tall singer went to the dresser and opened one of the drawers, she pulled out a lightweight cotton nightgown. It was a smoky blue slightly deeper than the sheets and felt like a t-shirt. The material was stretchy and sleeveless with two thin straps to hold it up. The stretchy material would fit nicely over her firm curvy figure. Stephanie considered for a moment what it would look like on the taller woman and could only think that it would be short...very short. She swallowed hard and shook herself from her musings.
She smiled and took the nightgown. "I'll get changed while you make the sandwiches then. Thanks again."
When Alex came back a while later, she found Stephanie sitting up in bed, propped up against the headboard. She was writing in what looked to be a journal. Her purse was open on the bed, it must have come from there. It looked like she carried a lot of stuff in there. Her clothes were folded neatly on the chair and nothing much was disturbed. Alex wasn't sure how she felt about having the woman in her house, one of her bedrooms, her personal space, but she knew she would not have done anything differently.
She put the sandwich and a glass of milk on the nightstand, and started to leave. Stephanie stopped her. "Will you stay for a few minutes, you know, and just talk." She wrinkled her brow as if thinking about what she said and what to say next. "Is that ok?"
Alex shrugged and started to lean against the wall, but Stephanie scooted up in the bed and patted a smooth spot on the comforter, smiling cheerfully. Stephanie put the book aside, but made no attempt to hide it as some people would have. She quickly drank a large portion of the milk and started eating the sandwich. While she ate, she talked, trying to start a conversation. Mostly, she asked Alex questions.
"You live here by yourself? It's a nice house. Did you decorate it? It's pretty"
"Yes and yes, but some of the stuff was my parent's. It used to be their house"
"Where do they live now?"
"Oh, I didn't know that. Do you miss them?"
"I'm sorry; it must be really hard. I would hate to lose my parents. I love them a lot. My mom can be kind of a pain. She's always asking me when I am going to get married and give her grandkids. My dad is nice too, but he works too hard. I am glad I have them though. I'd miss them a lot if they died." After this, Stephanie was quiet for a moment and the women finished their snacks.
Stephanie had that look on her face again. Her brow was wrinkled and she was biting the side of her lip. Alex was beginning to recognize that this meant the other woman was thinking or unsure about something. Suddenly, Steph asked. "Can I ask you a question?"
"You just did."
"Oh...I mean another one. How did you become a singer? I mean, especially since you were a nurse and everything."
"I had to take a leave of absence from the hospital. I didn't want to use my savings. I worked as a singer when I was in college, so I tried a few places around here. I worked at Carlino's for a while, but they had someone booked for this month."
Stephanie was kind of surprised that the reserved singer had said so much at one time. She also wanted to ask why Alex had to take a leave of absence from the hospital, but knew it was best not too. She tried to stifle a yawn and failed. "I think I'm going to go to sleep now, ok."
Alex nodded and got up. She turned out the overhead light, and Stephanie turned out the bedside lamp after she had put her book and purse away. She snuggled down under the covers and Alex wished her a good night.
"Sweet dreams," the honey-haired chef answered back in a yawn.
The next day, Stephanie woke up to the sun shining in her face. At first she was a bit confused, because she usually kept her shades tightly closed. She glanced around her surroundings, and was surprised, until she remembered that she was staying with Alex. She could hardly believe it. She had been trying to figure out how to talk to the beautiful singer and get to know her, and now she was staying with her. "Well, at least something good came of this."
Alex chose that moment to walk in. "What was that?" she asked.
Stephanie blushed, "Umm, I got a vacation?"
Alex laughed. It was a deep rich chuckle as melodious as her voice itself and just as entrancing. The young chef just stared. "I was just about to wake you up. You slept pretty late and I have to go out. I figured you should probably stay here a couple of days, till you can walk better, since you can't drive. I thought you might like to get some clothes and stuff. There is a toothbrush in the bathroom as I promised. You can have a sandwich or we can pick up something at McDonald's if you are hungry. I, um, have to go to the grocery store. I don't keep a lot of food in the house."
The chef made a face at her breakfast choices, but agreed to the rest.
When they got back to Alex's house, they got in touch with the owner of the restaurant and told him what happened. He was very kind and apologetic and agreed that Stephanie should not come back before she was ready. He assured her the insurance would cover her medical expenses.
Stephanie sat at a chair pulled up to the island in the kitchen and made tuna fish sandwiches and fruit salad for lunch. Alex shook her head and grumbled, but collected the things the chef needed to create the meal. She kept saying, "It's just tuna fish. You add some mayonnaise and slap it on some bread."
She ate two sandwiches when they were done, though, with great appreciation and grudgingly admitted it was better than "just adding mayonnaise and slapping it on some bread".
They cleaned up the kitchen and talked for a while. Eventually they decided to move into the living room and watch a movie. They ended up watching two and splitting a pizza for dinner. They talked about little things, about the movie. They argued about who had better taste in pizza toppings. They were getting to know each other. They were having fun. Both were pleasantly surprised.
Later that evening, Stephanie started to fall asleep as they watched tv, something both women admitted they did too much of on their nights off. Alex helped her to bed and wished her a good night. Tonight, the other woman was too tired to do more than mumble a response.
It had been a long day. Alex walked away from the guest room and walked around the house. She made sure the door was locked and secure. She turned off lights and picked up dishes and trash that had been left around during the day. She moved smoothly, no wasted energy or motions. You could tell that she probably did this every night.
She rinsed the glasses in the kitchen and put them in the dishwasher. Walking over to the bar, she poured herself a glass of wine. She sipped the rich beverage and decided to go out onto the porch. Alex sat down on the swing and curled one leg under herself, the other set the swing into gentle motion. She rocked for a while and thought about the last few days as she looked out into the moonlit sky.
Alex's thoughts kept coming back to Stephanie. The woman was starting to get under her skin. She didn't know how, and wasn't completely sure she minded. That was strange for her. Alex didn't have many friends. She had acquaintances and lovers, and the few friends she had were very loyal, as she was to them. She just didn't let people close; she was a very solitary creature and very private.
She finished her wine and went back inside, relocking the door behind her. The empty glass joined the others and she made her way upstairs to her bedroom. She paused along the way to look in on Stephanie and saw the beautiful chef was asleep. She looked so peaceful and serene. Alex almost envied that; her own sleep was often troubled.
Alex went into her room, automatically closing the door behind her. She thought about it for a moment, and then re-opened it partway, as she had the previous night. She told herself that it was so she would be able to hear Stephanie, if the other woman needed her, but she would probably know whether the door was open or not. She turned on the radio and changed to a local college station that played blues and jazz; B.B. King, Muddy Waters, Billie Holiday, very few interruptions just continuous deep, soulful music with a rhythmic beat.
She stripped and took a quick shower. It was still quite humid and she thought it would help her sleep. When she was done she toweled off and went to bed, leaving the music playing.
An hour later, she was still awake, laying on her back, the white cotton sheets crumpled under her and kicked to a tangle at her feet. The warm night air filled the room. Alex always slept with the window open, preferring the crisp earthy smelling air. The huge window in her room was uncovered, no shades, curtains or blinds blocked the natural light. On a night like tonight, where the moonlight filled the room and the air was heavy with the scent of night-blooming flowers, it was like sleeping under the stars.
Sometimes, Alex thought that the only thing missing was someone to share it with. She was used to being alone though, and told herself that she preferred it. Tonight, someone else was here. A beautiful woman slept one floor below her, so close and yet so far. Alex couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to share nights like this with someone like that.
She didn't want to think about it. She didn't want to find that she might be missing something. In her heart, she knew she was. She was strong and sure, self-controlled and confident, but felt like someone had torn away half of her soul, and left behind a hole that would never be filled.
Alex closed her eyes and let the cool blues wash over her soul, almost feeling its soothing essence fill the scars and wounds she bore, healing the ache that went to the heart of her. She lifted her right hand to her shoulder, sliding it down to her breast and over the firm but soft flesh. She rested her hand there and began to lazily trail her thumb in small circles over her nipple. The stirring breezes of the night air and her ceiling fan combined with her delicate touch caused her nipple to pucker and harden. She continued to flick the taut nipple like the master stroked his guitar. Her hips began to move sinuously against the bed. She danced slowly and seductively, her partner the nameless, faceless melody, its heartbeat meeting hers.
Her left hand slid over her stomach, holding it close to the tight abs she worked so hard for. Her fingers slid over the silky skin up toward her unattended breast as her other hand slid past, down toward her silky thighs. Just her and the music. Her head fell forward toward her chest and rolled smoothly. Her hips rocked seductively, like a private burlesque. Her fingers traced patterns over the top of her mound and the outside of her lips. She teased the invisible audience and herself never giving them what they wanted, a tease, a quick withdrawal, a slight of hand. "Yes, yes, oh yes," the excitement built and then became a groan of frustration.
The ebony-tressed temptress wove her spell, building the song. The long, strong fingers moved up along her thigh to her knee, then down along the outside of her hip. She reversed and repeated the action, pleasure up and down the scale. Her knees fell together and away from her, to the side. Her hips rolled to a distinctive, seductive beat.
She had no audience now, just the night and the music. A picture of the honey-haired chef flitted across her mind. She moaned and pushed it away.
Her hands slid along her body like a virtuoso playing her instrument. Her hands slid under her head, lifting her hair and letting it fall free on the pillows around her. Her hand slid lightly down the column of her throat to her collarbone. Her fingertips played over her face, stroking her lips and tongue. Soft sounds escaped her, music no instrument could match.
Her legs fell open, she rolled on the bed to her belly. Knees spread wide, she ground her heated sex into the sheets, lifting her tight muscular ass into the air and pushing into the bed, over and over. Her entire body responded to the beat. Alex pictured Stephanie pinned beneath her, while she taught the other woman her favorite rhythms.
She swung her head, tossing her ebony locks in and out of her face. The melody caught teasing glimpses of her pleasure as it played across her face, bar by bar. She pushed back, lifting herself slightly on her knees. She was arched like a cat, knees spread wide, her ass swaying in the air to the beat, her back arched low. One hand clawed the sheets, grasped the bed, pulled her long hair, as the other slid under her rhythmic body. She found the key and played a song that was all her own. The melody built toward a crescendo. Her soft moans and louder cries were a pure harmony, coaxed along by a conductor who demanded more.
Her fingers drove in and out of her sopping sex, keeping the beat better than any percussion instrument, but stretched just as taut. Her thumb flicked over her hard little clit as it thrummed along. She exploded in pleasure and then the song began to fade low, leaving her to collapse under its weight.
Once again, she thought of the woman who slept below her, the woman with copper and gold hair, eyes the color of grass, and a scent that rivaled the rain. She flipped onto her back and breathed deeply, staring at the ceiling, and tried to clear her mind for sleep.
She tossed and turned a bit more. She thought often of the beautiful woman who was downstairs. She chastized herself almost as often, knowing that the innocent young chef did not need what she had to offer. Eventually, she fell into a restless sleep.
Stephanie wasn't sure what woke her. Maybe, it was being in a strange house. Maybe, she had turned the wrong way in her sleep. She heard a noise and her heart quickened in the unfamiliar surroundings. She wrinkled her forehead and narrowed her eyes as she listened catiously. A loud moan carried on the night and springs squeaked. She blushed and looked down, slightly embarrassed when she realized what she was hearing.
Embarrassment quickly passed and was replaced with wonder and curiousity as she listened to the other woman pleasure herself. The night was quiet, but Stephanie listened carefully. The sound did not carry much, but it was obvious that Alex was a vocal lover. Moans, gasps, little cries grew louder as the woman got closer to her climax.
Stephanie felt her own desire quickening and she wondered what Alex was thinking of. Who did the sultry brunette make love to in her fantasies? Stephanie began to imagine herself in that role. She thought about making love to the beautiful temptress who was caring for her. She imagined running her hands over the other woman's ivory skin, hearing her moan in pleasure and push closer. She started to move her hands along her own body feeling the carress as if it had come from the woman upstairs.
Stephanie heard the deep groan and loud cry that signalled Alex's orgasm and suddenly realized what she had been doing. Confused and angry with herself she stopped and pulled the covers up and placed her hands over them. She felt like a voyeur, like she had invaded the other woman's privacy.
She sighed and tried to go back to sleep. Her body felt slightly frustrated, but she tried to push it from her mind, as well as the fantasies that had got her in that condition. It was a restless night.
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