crossoverfic | [FIC] So unreal, NC17, Xena/Real person

Title: So unreal
Author: Riddler

miseryofdeath
Fandoms: Xena the warrior princess, Vibeke Stene (from Tristania, a band)
Rating: NC 17 (more applied later)
Warnings: femeslash
Pairings: Xena/
Character: Xena, Vibeke Stene (from Tristania, a band)
Summary: The unreal becomes oh so real.
Notes: I don't know if it's okay too put a fic with a real person here. It might not be a definition of a crossover fic.. Just delete my post or tell me if it's not okay.

So unreal

Part 1

They do lie in a sweep of frost
Their glares fixed on the transparency

The both of them in sleep
The embrace of the lighting angels

Oh how the strangeness follows
In the footsteps of destiny

Wind blows from outer corners
She’s guided by mystic forces

Her heart is a tomb
Thread carefully there

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Another day in paradise is another time for fears to take you hostage. They lay entwined there on the field, not noticing the blood from centuries of war. Love makes us all forget. Even the great ones do, as the fires all turn to dust. Her claws will grip through your heart, commitment gets a whole new meaning. Hair turns grey in time, but still all we have is love, love and lust.

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Evening again, once and for all the fire would be burned in the open fireplace. The two women sat on thick blankets before the fire, staring deep into the flames. One of the women move a little, but just enough to place a small kiss on the other woman’s soft lips. Mumbling incoherently, the woman accepts it as she’s softly pushed down onto the floor, while still being innocently kissed all the way down until she’s laying on her back, cooing in delight. Softly and quietly she was ribbed of her top, and all other clothes. As usual, the two women softly kissed each other, again and again.

“Oh Vibeke.” She moaned out.
Pressed between clenched teeth, she lay writhing in pleasure beneath Vibeke, the raven haired woman currently deep inside her. The lovely body of her lover, covered with a thin layer of sweat. Smiled of gold showered down on her, but the fear kept bobbling over in her mind. On the verge of coming, she was vulnerable and the fear attacked her then, rendering her defenceless.

The tears started, she started crying, helplessly falling against Vibeke. Her eyes wetting and drops where falling down her chin. Sadness peaked through the usually thick layer of her eyes.
Gasping of air, her heart drowned in tears.
“I love you Vibeke” Her voice so frail and thin through the tears. Vibeke’s hearts broke, seeing her lover so sad, and broken.
Sobbing hard, as she spoke again, her words almost got lost between tears, still she managed to force them through. Vibeke softly asked what’s she had said, stroking her face and kissing her neck.
“I need you so bad.” She slummed against her, swaying silently with the weight of Vibeke lying on top of her. They didn’t move, but their breaths came out, ragged and worn. The fire is out, and in the dark, there is only silence except for the slight crying.

Vibeke lets her lovers head rest on her bare chest. For the sweet woman still crying she let her hands stroke repeatedly and caring over her hair. Trying her best to be and seem reassuring. Her black hair blended with her lovers’ hair, covering her breasts and chest. The two women seemed to be one, lying there in peaceful sadness.
“I need you too stop crying baby. Can you do that for me?” Vibeke asked, silently rocking the woman under her. Under her words, the girl’s cries and sobs quietened, until they at last silenced down to nothing. A soft song escaped Vibekes lips, and before she knew it, they both hummed it together.

But in the need of answers, Vibeke did what she thought right at the moment, but it wouldn’t take her too long too see that the way you learned was not by asking, but rather by listening.
“Xena? Aren’t you supposed to be tough?” Vibeke raised her head, looking into Xena’s eyes. She pretended not too look when her eyes flinched, filling with a new sadness. She earned a scolding look for the unwanted and interrogating question, after Xena managed to pull herself together again. Vibeke almost cried, when she saw that the hard shell was drawn over her again, once again shutting herself off from the world, and Vibeke. She stopped trying to get through to Xena, going back to making her feel safe and loved. Silence was the only way to solace the warrior princess.

Her sea of sorrow was so great and huge; Vibeke had no words too describe it, nor the concept to understand any of it. It frightened her, the greatness, and destruction she could see when Xena allowed her too. It burdened her as well, and with her strong shoulders to bear the weight, she fought to keep the princess lingering at her side.
Already, she knew Xena was fighting with her urges to move on. Vibeke easily noticed the way her eyes changed and filled with a certain longing, for something beyond even the world. They both fell asleep, with dried tears by the fireplace.

Vibeke Stene was still bemused over the arrival of Xena, and meeting her for the first time.
When Xena first had come, Vibeke immediately understood this was not some trick, or unreal. It was her, from the TV show. Not real, but still by her side in the flesh. It has completely shocked out Vibeke. Their first contact was a kiss, lead by delusional Vibeke. Xena was the one she’s watched for hours on TV, the woman she’d spent imagining ever kissing, the woman who bore an incredible sadness.

Xena had been kissing her back from the first second. Really she hadn’t understood why apparently the warrior was in love with her. The both of them just accepted the fact, and love the other back. Vibeke grabbed each occasion to kiss Xena senseless. Her hands would any second slip away, and meet only air. Both knew, that when it came down too it, Xena had to leave. So neither pressed the issue, just enjoying whatever short time they had together.