The heat of the setting sun glowed on smooth skin, and glossed silky hair as warm lips met in the sweetest of kisses.
She was leaving.
Xena offered options; gifts of bribery but the bard held firm - all or nothing she told the warrior.
As the strawberry blonde storyteller began her journey alone, the warrior gently turned her around to face her. She uttered only one, single word.
"All," the warrior whispered.
And as evening fell the warrior kept her promise, giving her bard all.
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