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She sank into his arms, a gentle smile on her face and nerves genuinely evaporating with each passing moment. His patience was paying off in that regard. 

Cautiously, she twisted in his arms so she was facing him and reached a hand up to his shoulder again. It didn't feel...allowed that she could touch him, even though it was of course perfectly sanctioned now she was married. The shoulder seemed a compromise for her desire to run her fingers through his hair; she didn't want to seem like some wanton girl who couldn't control herself, even if she didn't really have any notion at all of what she was controlling. The feeling in her chest and between her thighs was completely new to her and confusing and exhilarating in equal measure. 

She leant up on her toes, although he was significantly taller and she had to gently urge him to bend his neck so she could whisper in his ear, as if it was some sort of secret she couldn't say loudly; "I've never felt like this before," she flushed and released her hand so he could straighten up if he chose to. Her hand moved from his shoulder to his chest and she bit at her lower lip. She wanted to ask if they should undress, as that had  been the plan before her hair became an issue, but decided that was too forward (too forward! On her wedding night! Hah!) so instead she followed his lead from earlier and reached up again to kiss him. 

 

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"Well, that's good, I think," Aulus replied, allowing her to pull his head down so they could kiss again. "Would it help, if I said that you can touch me - we're married, it's fine."

She seemed nervous of letting her hands come into contact with him, and all he could think was that she was somehow worried about doing so without being told she could. He was being silly, of course, but saying the words couldn't hurt if he was wrong, and if he was right, well...

"Can we take this off?" he asked, tugging gently at her white gown. They would have to move to the bed soon, and that was best done after they were undressed or they'd just have to get up again.

 

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He wasn't being silly, and she would have told him thus if she had been able to hear his thoughts, that permission was exactly what she needed to hear. Tentatively she moved her hands to his face and her thumbs swept wide circles over the arch of his cheekbone. It still felt...wrong, illegal almost to be this close to a man. That's what a lifetime of chastity and modesty being drummed into a person did, she supposed. 

At his question, she gave the most minute of nods. Slowly - and with a lingering touch - she moved her hands from his face to the ties that held together the tunica at her shoulders. She felt embarrassed - what if he didn't like what she looked like?  She didn't have any blemishes on her skin and she was fashionably slim but in one of the stories she had read in an attempt to prepare, a husband had walked out on his wife after marriage as - in the authors words - she had none of the pleasing comforts of a woman. What if that was her? 

But if she hesitated too long she'd be too nervous to actually do anything and so with nimble fingers she worked the ties loose at one shoulder, and then the other. The tunica was supposed to be plain and loose beyond the belt that had already been discarded, nor was she supposed to wear anything under it so as the knot came free, the whole lot fell into a heap at her feat and she stood there naked. The flush that came to her cheeks was as red as her hair. 

 

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Her hands on his face sent sparks coursing through him, though she gave the smallest of nods at his suggestion, her hands moving to the ties of her gown. The fabric came loose and slithered down into a heap at her feet, leaving him speechless - in the best way.

"Beautiful!" The word left his mouth in an awed whisper he didn't even realise he'd uttered.

Even in the light of the oil lamps, he could see that her face was crimson, and he took her hands in his, pressing them to his heart. "You are truly beautiful, columbina mea. I suppose it's only fair if I take my tunic off, too."

He let her hands go and stepped back to give himself room before pulling his own tunic over his head, and then unwinding his subligaculum, leaving him in the same state of undress as she was in.

 

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She felt the thrum of his heartbeat under her fingertips and it thrilled her. She felt exposed, but not afraid. This was the way of married life, and at this present moment in time it was equal parts nerve wracking and wonderful. His patience astounded her, the insinuations she'd heard throughout her life suggested that not all men were similarly restrained. 

As he undressed she averted her eyes and when he was finished, judging by the heap of clothes she caught on the floor from the corner of her eye, she finally dragged her eyes back to his face. She'd seen bare chested men before, she'd been to the games after all, but never anything more than that. She supposed she'd have to look eventually, but for now kept her eyes on his face with an anxious smile. 

She returned her hands to his throat and to his chest, feeling the contours of the muscle beneath soft fingertips - as if she was tracing a newfound statue, one she'd never seen before. The flush still sat on her cheeks as she did so. She never wanted to leave this moment and tried to savour it; the discovery, the feeling deep in her core that she'd never experienced before, the shortness of her breath. Swallowing away any nerves she arched herself up onto her toes so she could reach up and kiss him again, and this time when she did and pulled him close by the hand on his neck, there was nothing between them and the feeling was peculiarly exhilarating. 

When she pulled back, a little breathless, she glanced up at him, naively asking; "W-what next?" This was quite unlike any lesson she'd experienced before.

 

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"Well, for what comes  next, we ought to be on the bed," Aulus said, looking down into very blue eyes. Her fingers were tracing over his chest in a sensual erotic way that was leaving him weak at the knees (not that he would ever admit it!).

He laid down on the bed, propping himself up on his elbow, and held his hand out to Horatia, inviting her to join him.

 

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Blue eyes met blue eyes and she nodded at his words. He was being gentle in his instruction, it sounded like a reminder rather than a request. 

She watched him move to the bed, hands slipping from his body as he moved. She still kept her eyes from anywhere below his chest - tempted though she might be to look. She fought the urge to cover herself and instead padded over to the bed, taking his hand and allowing herself to be pulled down next to him. Finally, she glanced down (figuring she couldn't avert her eyes for the rest of her married life), and the colour deepened on her cheeks. She'd seen the graffiti of course, and the pendants and such and was irritated to find it didn't really bear any resemblance. At least not from this angle. She swallowed and glanced back up to his face, nerves beginning to swell again.

Tentatively she leant in to kiss him again softly, that had worked to dispel her nerves before and hoped it would now.

 

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He wrapped an arm around her, kissing her even as he pulled her closer to him, bodies touching. Perhaps if he wasn't looking at her, and if she wasn't looking at him, she'd be less embarrassed, if not less nervous. He let his free hand stroke gently down her back and side.

"You are beautiful, I hope you know that?" he told her, lifting his hand before it went anywhere she would not appreciate yet, and wrapping his arm around her shoulders again.

 

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She tried to move in time with his own movements, a hand tentatively sweeping over his back, over his sides, and moving under and up his chest. His own hands ministrations sent an unexpected shudder through her. 

That he was pleased with her, and how she looked relieved her and she smiled softly against his lips as they lingered on the edge of a kiss. Her and moved, sweeping up from his chest to his jaw, where it danced along in a featherlight touch. She wanted to compliment him back, say he was handsome but in her head it sounded weak and...saccharine. Instead she whispered against his lips, "You are perfect." Because in that moment he was. 

The nerves were not his fault, she suspected she would have been just as worried on her wedding night no matter who her husband was, moreso probably if they didn't possess his seemingly infinite patience. They were close to one another, and she rested her forehead against his. "This...is not all it is, is it?" 

 

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He couldn't help chuckling. "No, it isn't all, not by any means."

He slipped his hand down between them, keeping his eyes on her face to judge the results of what he was doing, whether it was too much, not enough, or even if she was just uncomfortable beyond the fact this was the first time she'd ever been with a man.

 

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She smiled against his lips as he murmured more was still to come. She knew that (although only an outline) but his amusement sent something through her, the way he smiled only compounding that. 

She felt his hand snake between them and exhaled, trying to keep the worry from her face. She needn't have bothered though because almost immediately her nerves and her senses were alight with a sensation she'd never felt before. She let out a little choke and moved her hand on top of his in instinct to stop it.

It was only when she caught her breath and looked at him with curiosity bordering on worry that she allowed him to continue. Evidently this - whatever this was - was normal. Her hips arched and her head rolled back a little as she let the sensation take her. It was only after a few long moments that she opened her eyes, blinking at him. She didn't want him to stop whatever he was doing but she couldn't help but ask; "Wh-what should I-I be doing?" 

 

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"Just enjoy yourself," Aulus told her. He would get his own pleasure soon enough, and thought she might just expire of embarrassment if she had to actually help him along - she didn't need to, anyway.

He waited for a little longer before adjusting things. "I'm going to -" he said, and shifted until she was fully on her back and he was kneeling astride her. This would likely hurt, a little, but if he didn't do it now, the moment would pass and she would be far too tense.

"You're beautiful," he said, lowering his head to kiss her, pausing to let her get used to the new sensations.

 

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