Reclining back against the fallen tree trunk, the rough bark a pleasant
contrast to the feel of soft hair against her thigh, Xena slowly ate
another piece of the smoked fish. Heavy flavor, sharpened with hints of
salt and herbs, perfect texture as it fell apart over her tongue; Joxer
really was a good cook.
"Do you want more?" she asked, licking at a small piece stuck to her
finger. The brush of her tongue dislodged it and the piece fell,
landing on her stomach, warm against bare skin.
Joxer's gaze followed it with visible hunger, hands clenching against
the rope binding them tightly behind his back. He licked his lips, his
breath hot against her inner thigh. "Yeah." His voice sounded good like
that, low and rough. But then he smiled up at her, tearing his gaze
from her stomach to give her one of those jarringly bright smiles that
was so at odds with his vulnerability, naked between her thighs.
"All right." Xena reached down beside her to pull off a piece of the
cooling fish. Lying on the leaves it'd been baked in, it was close to
being nothing but bones now, but there was still enough there for a few
more bites.
Joxer opened his mouth, craning his head back a little for a better
angle. But Xena shook her head, smiling slightly as she dropped the
meat on her breast, her nipple already taut from the chill in the air
and previous visits from Joxer's tongue.
His smile was even brighter this time.
She couldn't hold back a small shiver when he leaned forward, just a
little, and licked the first piece of fish from her stomach. Soft, hot
tongue, licking one more time than necessary, leaving a wet trail
behind.
"How about I start down here," Joxer said, lowering his head, "and work
my way up to the next piece?"
Xena nodded, not that Joxer could see her, but his tongue was already
moving, light, teasing flicks, and words just weren't an option anymore.