"I should probably watch where I'm going. Half the women of the Aventine wouldn't hesitate to tell me so, if I'd run into any of them."
"That would be the other half, dominus." Metella noted with innocent eyes. Half the women on the Aventine are not slaves. She knew enough of this man to know he had a good reputation, and Longinus relied on him as a friend. He did not seem haughty or cruel, and he was indeed picking her things up from the ground, something one did not see very often.
"You're one of Lucius Cassius Longinus', aren't you?"
Metella wanted to wrinkle her nose at the phrasing, but managed to resist the urge. "Metella. Cassia's nurse." she nodded. The young domina was getting old to have an actual nurse, but Metella was fairly sure she would stay in this role until the girl married. Maybe longer. "And you are a friend of my dominus."
Metella sighed and rolled to her side, tracing her fingers on Attis' chest, halfway hoping she would distract him from his current train of thought. She really did not want to ruin a perfectly steamy reunion with talking about shacking up in one room and having babies or whatnot.
"You know, out of the both of us, I think most people would expect that you would be the one doing the pursuing and I would be the one reluctant to enter into any such sort of binding agreement. Why won't you, though? It would be so much more comfortable for us to both share a room and be regarded as contubernales."
"Would it?" Metella arched an eyebrow. Two people in one room, it just sounded crowded, even if it was with someone lie Attis, whom she actually liked. As for contubernales... she wondered what the dominus would think.
"You're too good for the likes of me, though. Who is it who's caught your eye, then? The gardener? The baker's slave down the street?"
Metella's brow furrowed. She was not sure if Attis was joking or not, but either way she did not care much for his guesses.
"Both, actually." she deadpanned "The gardener, the baker's slave, the delivery boy from the butcher's, Vitus, Celsus, Chlorus, and your grandfather, you bloody idiot. So what?"
Metella was on her way to the baths for a well-deserved cleaning dip. She was a bit lost in thought, sure, listing things she had to get done at the household as usual, but surely, that was not a freaking excuse to knock her over?! A man collided with her as she turned towards the entrance, and Metella stumbled, dropping her little package of towel and bathing supplies. She opened her mouth, ready to snap at the person, but noticed in time that she was not dealing with another slave.
"Excuse you..." she bit the sentence so hard she almost bit her tongue. She knew that face. He probably did not remember her, but then again slaves spent more time watching the masters than the other way around. "Excuse me, dominus." she backtracked, leaning down. What was he doing anyway, picking up her things?...
Metella hoped Longinus was not going to call for Attis for the rest of the night. It would have been a pity to get out of the cozy warmth they found themselves in. But if he did, there was little either of them could do about it, unless they wanted Attis to go into exile again...
"Dominus can go whistle. He's done without me for two months, another night isn't going to kill him, is it? Anyway, if he does, I'll be the one moving, you won't need to go anywhere."
"Don't let him hear you talk like that" Metella warned him, half-joking. With the mouth Attis had, he was bound to piss off the dominus again unless he was more careful.
"Don't go anywhere. You can shift your things inhere, it's big enough for two of us, and better than your poky room. A bit better, anyway."
Metella sighed as Attis ran his fingers through her hair. They did not have much, between the two of them. Or anything, really, considering they themselves and everything around them was owned by the dominus. Not exactly the life situation one would get romantic about.
"I'll try not to mess up like that again, I bloody missed you."
"You have to ruin it don't you" she huffed, wrinkling her nose at him. What, were they going to move into his room and make some babies? Metella was much more of a pragmatist than that. But she was also not in the mood to put up a fight. "I missed you too. But you know I don't do the wife thing."
Attis could be sassy, snappy, nosy, and dramatic sometimes, but when it came down to sex, he was pretty good at what he was doing. Metella would not have bothered with him otherwise. Especially now, after a long time apart, he was enthusiastic and giving, and they both lost track of time for quite a while, making up for things they had missed. When they finally quieted down, Metella giggled as they both tried to catch their breath. She felt relaxed, like a cat in the sun.
"Missed you. Stay here with me, tonight?"
"I promised" Metella smiled, draping a leg over him and snuggling to his side. "As long as dominus doesn't suddenly need your for anything..."
"Ah, but you're a beautiful woman who deserves to be flattered,"
"Oh I know." Metella grinned, untying her own belt as Attis got rid of his clothes. She didn't really make a ceremony out of undressing; it just needed to happen to get to the fun part. Attis' bed was not exactly the height of comfort, but then again neither was hers, and if it wouldn't serve, they still had the desk, the chair, the wall... and the hope that Longinus was moping in his rooms somewhere and allowing Attis to make up for lost time. Somewhere out of earshot. Metella grinned as she looked up at Attis. "Three bunnies, was it? Remind me..."
"Oh, frequently - but I couldn't ever be accused of having no prick... I missed you, you know. Mean sods wouldn't even let me come over to try to see you when you went out."
The door closed behind them, and Metella chuckled. She really had no complaints about Attis' past performance; if she did, she would have just stopped sneaking around with him. For the duration of his punishment they didn't meet, although it seemed it was not for lack of trying. She had been told she had a message scrawled on a wall. It didn't take a scholar to know where it came from.
"You look serious when you're beautiful, Metella. Or is that beautiful when you're serious? Either way."
She would have played with him more, but in all seriousness, she'd missed him too. And she'd missed sex, bless the gods.
"Alright, you have charmed me enough." she chuckled, kissing him back and pulling at his cloak and tunic. She couldn't keep the guy out of his own bed, after all...
"I was bored, and they were never going to figure things out without a bit of help. Sweet innocents, the pair of them - and yes, that includes Rufus' body slave, make of that what you want!"
"Aww. You softie." Metella giggled. Attis had a sharp tongue, but apparently also a soft spot for romance. Why else would he try to help the two innocents get together? And the body slave? Wasn't he an old man? Love was strange sometimes.
"Oh, you'd make good royalty, all right. You could tell people that you were, if you wanted, they'd never be able to say you weren't."
"Maybe I will." she grinned as they made it to the room. Metella opened the door, still throwing some banter at Attis, as if there was something else they would be doing in the next hour or so.
"Orgies? Did you have anyone good?Or were they all mouth and no prick?"
"Attis." Metella turned to give him a serious look, hand on her hip "Have I ever complained about anyone being all mouth?"
Metella had briefly visited the other household before, but not long enough to make friends or even acquaintances among the slaves. She was kind of curious what kind of people Attis had spent his days among while he was away. Hopefully they were not bad company.
"Well, the gardener and Rufus' body slave are making eyes at each other but neither one of them believes the other one likes him so nobody's getting any there, either - I swear the whole place just needs one night of really good sex. Even pretty indifferent sex."
"Oooh. Romance." Metella cooed, wiggling her eyebrows at Attis "I'm sure you didn't poke your nose into that at all."
"He's got a Dacian woman. Not like Ismene, she used to be some royal bitch, and she gave as good as she got. All in all, it's been kind of dull. I'm glad to be home again."
"We are low on Dacian royalty around here. Shame. I think I'd make good royalty." Metella pointed out as they made their way to his (her) room, hand in hand.
"What about you? I suppose I shouldn't hope you've been pining away for me?"
"Oh, I was. In-between orgies, I totally missed you." the girl chuckled. Making fun of Attis was entertaining. She'd missed it. It was one of his best qualities.
Metella chuckled at Attis' words. It seemed like he did manage to keep his mouth shut, surprisingly, and he also did not have a lot of fun experiences at the other household. Gods, how bored he must have been.
"Alright, so Rufus was no fun" she noted, taking Attis by the hand to walk him to his room "Didn't make any fun friends in the household either? Poor Attis, no attention for two whole months?"
Metella was not the jealous type. She did not lay claim to Attis outside of the time they spent together having fun. But she did care for him, and he had suffered enough from this punishment for sure.