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[Sara]

She smiled, actually, genuinely flushing at the compliment. It seemed so...sincere, and it was so unexpected. She merely ducked her head and shifted further back, nodding as he agreed.

Her fingers fumbled with the wrap of the toga, pulling it off from her waist until it fell onto the bed. She pushed it off until she was bare and before him. She smiled at him, a little awkward. Usually she had no qualms about being nude, it was just part of her day, and part of her job - but with a man as sweet as Wulfric it felt a bit...exposing. "I hope...I'm pleasing to you?" 

Her fingers moved to the hem of his tunica and she gently urged him to take it off. Some men didn't wish to be nude when they were with their whores, but Wulfric seemed in need of guidance and she always found it more...equitable, when they were on the same footing as man and woman. She then leant back in for a deeper, more passionate kiss.

 

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[Atrice]

She was sweet, her smile when he said she was beautiful. But she was! And was she blushing? He thought she did, even in the faint light from his simple lamps in the room. Did no one tell her this? Probably not, Elysium didn't seem like the nicest place in the world and he recalled she'd had a split lip the day he met her. And he had noticed the bruise she had on her neck today, but chose to ignore it. Still he felt bad for her. Maybe it was very good that he chose she should come here instead.

He said yes to her sudden question and then she pulled back and removed her clothes entirely. Wulfric looked her over as she said there with an awkward smile, looking at him. He nodded, "You are." And then she began to touch his tunica. Wulfric opened the nice fibula that kept it closed in the front and pulled the tunica over his head. He still wore his breeches, but that didn't seem to matter to her as she leaned in to kiss him again. And he returned it, pulling her closer towards him and he let his hands explore her warm and lovely body.

It felt good, very good actually, with such a beautiful young woman and she just wanted to please him. He kind of hoped she might be pleased too and she seemed to like him. Said he was kind and handsome. Wulfric almost forgot he was paying her for this.

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[Sara]

She let out a relieved breath that he liked what he saw and then leant in for the kiss. It was good and it was passionate; the pretence of why she was here was forgotten, the food and the wine and the compliments, as her body took over. She knew what she had to do and did it with precision like a baker who knew how to make a loaf of bread; going through the steps one by one. 

As he pulled back to move the tunica over his head she smiled at him and ran her fingers softly over his chest, the muscles of his arms, exploring every inch of him. This wasn't necessarily part of the process she had been taught by the other girls, but he was - in a way - different to her other clients and she wanted to savour it. But she knew she shouldn't dawdle too much; she wasn't being paid for this, and so instead she moved to lie down on her back, bending her knees. It was what most men wanted, no preamble, just straight to fucking. Still, she kept her hand on his arm, fingers tracing soft circles, and moved up to kiss him again. Wulfric was sweet, but she reasoned, he was just like every other man really. 

 

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[Atrice]

Her hands on his body felt very nice, he enjoyed how her fingers seemed to explore his skin. He hoped she found it pleasing, what she saw, although she wasn't the one paying to have him. Still he hoped he was handsome even without his tunica on. Not long after he pulled it off, she shifted to lie down on her back with bent knees, as if inviting him to come to her. It was only natural to settle on top of her, returning her lovely kiss. And in such a position, with such a beautiful and warm body underneath him, he felt his member grow harder, grinding against her.

But soon he pulled back again to remove his breeches; they were in the way. Soon they were added to the tunica on the floor next to the bed and he returned to her. He couldn't help but smile, nipping another kiss from her lips and let his lips travel further to her throat and her breasts. His one had supported him on one side and the other moved down between her legs to touch her and play with her, make sure she was ready for him. Wulfric didn't know how it was common to do this, he did what he wanted and what he was used to and he was not used to just having his way with a girl and then moving on. He was with her, after all. That's just how it was.

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[Sara]

She felt him stiffen and smiled against his lips, deepening the kiss. This was her normal, and her body knew what to do almost with no thought. She trailed her hand down his chest, moving to his breeches but he pulled back, pulling them down and off. She would have done it for him, had he wanted, but he was smiling at her and soon returned to linger over her. She braced herself to be entered, for that familiar ache and pain but nothing came but a wave of pleasure as he kissed down her chest and his hand move between her legs. Her hips arched and she choked in surprise, blinking down at him. 

It wasn't the first time a man had tried to give her pleasure - there had been a handful, and a couple had succeeded. It was mostly middle aged or older men, however, who wanted to recreate a moment of intimacy. They often called out their dead wives names during it. This was the first time with somebody like Wulfric and she let herself relax into his touch for a long moment, letting out a genuine gasp of pleasure. She wanted him to keep going and she moved her hand to his before she stopped herself, her hand on his. This wasn't right. He wasn't here for her pleasure. He didn't know. "Y-you don't have to." She said breathlessly, smiling at him.

She wished she could tell him he should continue but he didn't want her to think she was lazy, that she wasn't going to do anything.

She released her grip on his hand and instead moved to pleasure him for a moment, fingers beginning a slow rhythm around him and she leant up to capture his lips in a deep kiss, moaning against his lips. She kept her rhythm but slowly moved her legs wider and took him to her. 

 

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[Atrice]

Her body was all that he cared about now... well her body and his own, of course. But he wasn't in a rush and it felt nice to just touch her and kiss her and smother her with attention. He hadn't been with anyone this lovely since he came to Rome. Wulfric wasn't unknown to this sort of thing though, he had flings at home and the spring festival where it was important to make sure the land was fertilized... well he celebrated that one well too. He liked taking his time and so he did with her too. Her hips arched when he touched her, but he didn't see her looking at him. He was way too busy kissing, nipping, licking... just feeling her every possible way, or almost anyway. He hadn't gone all the way yet, after all.

Wulfric smiled when she gasped and then her hand was on his, as if she wanted to urge him to continue. But then she suddenly said he didn't have to. Didn't have to what? He gave her a slightly confused look and then she took hold of him and pulled him back into a kiss. But he was still confused. What? He didn't have to please her? But what if he wanted to? And he did. 

Yet her legs spread wider and it was nearly impossible to not want to enter her, when he lay there. So he inhaled a breath, kissing her again and entered her. Not too fast, he wanted it to last too. Wulfric let out a moan as he entered her, gods it felt good! Carefully he slid as long in as he could and then paused and pulled back from the kiss to see her reaction, making sure she was feeling alright. He didn't want to hurt her, "This is good?" 

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[Sara]

Her breath hitched in her throat as he entered her. It didn't hurt, it felt almost...good. She breathed into his kiss, smiling against his lips. It was so rare that she did  not have to put on a show that she almost wanted to laugh. She wondered, if he stayed in the city, whether Wulfric would become like all the others - taking pleasure just because he could, with no regard to the girl. She hoped not. 

"Yes," She breathed with a breathless little laugh, "It feels good. You feel good." She moved to wrap her legs around his waist, deepening his entry and looped her arms around his neck to pull him in for another kiss. If he were not paying, this could almost be romantic. She tried not to lose her focus though; she would take the pleasure as a by-product and tried her best to focus on the job in hand. She moved her hips up to meet his movements, letting out little moans of pleasure as she did. 

 

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[Atrice]

He could feel her smile against his lips, even as he entered her. There wasn't even the thought that she might be deceiving him, that this was all a show, because he'd never been with a whore before and didn't know what it was usually like for them. Or for the men. He just knew she felt good and it was nice to hear her little laugh, when she told him that he felt good to her. Ione then wrapped her legs around him, urging him further in and he returned her kiss and began moving. Wulfric broke the kiss to nip at her earlobe, "You feel good too." He said through his breath, "So good..." And she did. He didn't have to tell her, she could feel it and hear it. Her body seemed to respond to his so well, her hips met his and she was moaning against his lips and his skin. He hoped he would not finish too soon. This was good, he wanted it to last. But it also felt too good to just stop right now.

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[Sara]

The compliments made her work harder, as they always did, but she wanted the pleasure too, and she wanted him to feel good. He had been kind to her - come back when he need not have, made an effort to see her, bought her food; he deserved the best that she could give him and so she gasped and moaned, perhaps more than she might have done just at the sensation, and whispered in his own ear; "You are so good, you are so good..." Breathlessly. That part was real, at the least. 

She moved up to kiss him again, smiling against his lips and then moved, hands pushing him back and urging him to stretch his legs out in front of him until he was almost sitting and she was in his lap, the other way, facing him. She knew most Roman men didn't like their women on top, so she let him guide the pace and merely rolled her hips to meet his own movements. Her chest, her cheeks were flushed and sweat beaded on her brow. She leaned down to kiss his jaw, nails gripping his shoulders and breathed softly; "How else do you want me, Wulfric?" 

 

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[Atrice]

It felt good to hear she liked it. And not just because she said it, but because he thought he could tell by the way she gasped and moaned every time he moved. Wulfric didn't reply, just smiled into her kiss. Then he felt her hands on him and her move, until they were more or less sitting both of them. Wulfric held her against his own body, looking up at her, both were still moving. Gods, this was even better! He moaned by the feeling. She was smaller than he, but now she was almost above him and he could bury his face by her breasts and nip at those instead of her lips.

Then he felt her lean down to kiss his jaw and he caught her lips, but only a moment later she wondered how he wanted her, "This... is good..." Wulfric said, but considered it once more, without stopping. They were halfway going to switch places anyway, and he shifted a bit more, stretching out his legs and pulling back, pulling her with him until he was on his back and she was on top. He kept her body down against his own and bent his legs to do the moving up into her. He looked at her, both breathless from the 'work' and smiling from the pleasure. Maybe he should have said yes to her the first time after all, when this felt so good.

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[Sara]

Some men wanted their women in a million different positions, some men just wanted a quick fuck, and it seemed Wulfric was content with whatever she wanted which suited her fine. She rocked her hips a little quicker, luxuriating in the feeling of him caressing her breasts, moving in her, taking his time.

Her mind drifted with the pleasure and it was only when he moved, shifting, that her mind snapped back to the work and she seamlessly came with him, moving on top of him and not letting the pace let up. It was deep, but it wasn't uncomfortable and she moved harder and faster, breathing shallowing. She was not near her own climax, she knew that, but it didn't matter. The sensations were good enough without it and he was evidently enjoying himself. 

She moaned louder and wondered if she should make the extra effort for him, she'd never had the need to fake her own climax before but she thought that he might appreciate it. She panted quicker, moving her hips and squeezed her thighs against his body; "Wulfric..." Her voice was breathless, catching, "I'm...I'm..." She faked a shudder through her body, although didn't stop the movement of her hips as she did - moaning out loudly, gripping his arms with her fingers.

 

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[Atrice]

Oh he was definitely enjoying herself and maybe even more, because to him at least it seemed like she was enjoying too. And why shouldn't she? He wasn't the kind of man who got a kick out of hurting a woman. But he might get one out of making her feel good, that turned him on more to be honest. It felt good to have her on top of him now, and although he moved, so did she. Harder and faster and it was almost too much for him. Then she suddenly began panting and squeezed her thighs, calling out his name and he leaned his head back, it really was almost too much for him.

A part of him wanted her to tell her to slow down, but on the other hand, he didn't want her to stop if she was feeling so good, if she was nearing her own climax. Even if it was turning him on more. Wulfric tried to control himself, tried to stop it, but it had been too long since he'd been with anyone and using his own hand when he felt like it didn't exactly help him last longer. So he didn't, but forgot that he didn't want it to be over because it felt too good, "Ione..." He said through his breath, fooled by her faking her climax. It worked though, obviously. Fuck! With a groan he afterwards felt was too loud, he came. Biting down on his lip because he didn't want to be so loud while his body trembled and he finished with a few more thrusts. Panting, he leaned his head back and spoke breathlessly, "Ione... I... sorry..." Maybe if they had a break he could do some more. He didn't want her to go yet.

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[Sara]

She didn't think it would work, she'd never tried it before, but she felt him stiffen, his pace picking up for those final few thrusts before he himself was groaning and shuddering and she felt him finish. She let him have the final few thrusts, just gently moving to meet his own movements. She was breathless and flushed but grinning, pleased he seemed so satisfied, so happy with her. But then he apologised and avoided her gaze, rolling his head back as he caught his own breath. 

She moved from him, slowly - legs protesting, until she was sat next to him on the bed. She tentatively reached a few fingers to brush through his hair. "You don't...you don't need to be sorry," She said with a warm, inviting smile, nervous that he was somehow disappointed by the ending. Had she gone too fast? Or too slow? had he wanted her to last longer? She bit at her lip and swallowed, "I...didn't do something wrong did I?" She ventured, glancing down at him with those big, dark blue eyes, a nervous smile on her lips, "You just felt so good I..." 

 

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[Atrice]

It worked better than she had probably hoped for, he shuddered and trembled and finished way before he wanted to. But how could her moans and the tightening of her thighs not turn him on so much? He tried to catch his breath, apologizing for finishing so fast! He had not expected that, but he should have seen it coming. Ione was flushed too, seeming happy, but now she moved from him to sit next to him and touch his hair gently. Which felt nice. The cool air to his body also did. She spoke of how he didn't have to be sorry and wondered if she did something wrong. He looked up at her, she had such stunning eyes in the faint light.

"You did not do wrong." Wulfric said and pulled her down towards him to kiss her, "You feel good. I am glad. I just... want more. Not so fast." He said with a sigh and sat a bit up, reaching for the wine, "It is first time in long time. Maybe this is why." Wulfric downed a bit of wine and handed it to her, thinking she must be thirsty now too, "Maybe... again? When I be ready." 

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[Sara]

She let out a relieved breath as he said she'd done nothing wrong; he was clearly just aggrieved at himself. She grinned against his lips as he kissed her and she returned it softly, with a little hum of genuine contentment as she did. 

"I...thank you," She cleared her throat - used to crude compliments but it was better than none. She curled her legs up to her chest where she sat as he reached for the wine. She moved a hand to stroke along the muscles of his arm and his back as he reached for the wine, the smile still on her lips. "You were so good," she shook her head, trying to compliment him, "You shouldn't worry so much." And he lasted longer than a lot of the men she'd been with, although her comparison sample was a little...skewed. She gratefully took the wine and took a sip of it, wetting her lips and sighing again softly in contentment, basking in the peace just for a minute. Just before he broke the peace with a question. 

"I..." She blinked at him and swallowed down her wine, feeling awkwardness rise in her chest and colour her cheeks. She didn't know what to say. Usually she was paid by the fuck, not for an evening and neither her dominus nor the guard had been particularly good at filling her in on the details. She cast her eyes down to the wine, finding it less awkward to look at than him, "I hate that I have to ask...I'm sorry..." She swallowed and chanced a glance up at him, "But did you pay for...two?" 

 

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[Atrice]

How could she do anything wrong when it had felt so good, more than good, good enough for him to finish way faster than he wanted to. But it was nice that she was happy again, grinning against his kiss and touching him as they talked. Her sweet caresses felt nice, almost like those of a lover. And that's what they were, at least tonight. He explained to her that he was the one apologizing because he'd wanted more, wanted it to last, but then it didn't. Ione told him to not worry because he was good, "I am glad you like too." He said with a smile to her and suggested more once he was ready again. Now she seemed confused and cast her eyes down, suddenly acting all inferior again. But it had been so nice just before. Why this? 

Then she asked if he paid for two. Two what? Whores? "No... I pay only for you. Tonight." He said, a bit confused over why she asked, "You are with me, tonight. I have you to me." He had her to himself, she was his tonight. But it felt wrong to treat her like that, when moments before, he almost thought of her as just a lover, not someone he paid for... and he didn't wish to hurt her or make her do something she didn't... "Maybe you are tired, now? You do not want more?" 

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[Sara]

She frowned at his response, just as confused as he was. "I wasn't..." she tried to correct him, that she meant had he paid for two lays not two whores but he continued until he ended asking if she was tired and didn't want more. That was such a complicated question to a woman like her that she swallowed her answer deep, deep down. 

"No," She turned her head up and squeezed his hand softly, "I mean yes...yes I do want more, I just meant," She cleared her throat, realising she had to be more direct. She shifted to face him, still squeezing his palm with her fingers, his hand dwarfing hers. "I just meant that...my dominus is strict, and you have to pay usually...if you want to...bed one of his girls, more than once. You usually pay every time." At least that was how it worked in the brothel, but she'd had so little experience outside of the Elysium at private events and private homes that she had just naively assumed it worked the same way and she was keeping a running tally of what he'd used her for thus far. "I hate to...cheapen it," She shook her head, genuinely embarrassed for once. "I'm sorry." 

 

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[Atrice]

He felt as if it was broken now, whatever it was they had just moments ago, when she was riding him and she was moaning and he reached his climax too. It had been so good. And now he didn't know what to think. Why should he want another girl but her tonight? He wanted her specifically! And it had been so good, felt so right. Now he wondered if maybe she didn't want more. But she said she did, then began speaking of her strict dominus and how you had to pay every time you wanted to bed a girl. Wulfric sat up a bit more, looking at her as she apologized and said she'd cheapened it. How did you fix this? When it was so broken. Like a piece of pottery, you'd have to mend it carefully and yet it would never be the same and easily break again.

"It is not like this." Wulfric said, trying to find the right words to explain it, "How are they... count every time I bed you, tonight? It is only me and you." He gestured to the simple room, aware that the guard was waiting for her, but he wasn't watching them... they were alone. They could do as they pleased... "I have you here, so long I want. This is what I did ask for, when I pay your dominus." He explained and reached for the wine again with a small sigh. He didn't like wine, but he needed something. It was all this explaining, it ruined it. Made it feel like it really was just a job to her and nothing more. Like he was just using her. Which he was, but it felt real to him. He didn't want to bed her just to bed her, just for the sake of the release... but to feel something. Real pleasure. And she made him feel great. And it sounded like he made her feel the same. But now... now he wasn't sure it would feel the same again.

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[Sara]

She bit her lip, distressed that she had ruined things, judging by his mood. She was never very good at masking her feelings, or knowing what the right thing to say was. Some of the girls at the Elysium seemed like such naturals, almost as if they poured magic in the men's ears to make them compliant, to give them exactly what they wanted, but Ione wasn't that good. Or experienced. She swallowed, trying to make him understand; "I have to tell them, Wulfric. They...own me," She gave him a weak smile and shrugged thin shoulders, "I don't mind but...there are rules. That was all I meant." She sighed and reached to touch his shoulder lightly as he reached for the wine, almost expecting him to push her off. 

He explained then, what he had actually paid for and she felt a roll of guilt wash over her. "Then I made a mistake," She said quietly and shook her head with a deep sigh, "I'm sorry...I didn't know that was what you asked for or I wouldn't have...asked." She wished she could have some of the wine but he was clutching the jug and she didn't want to request it, when it wasn't offered. "I do want you Wulfric." She moved her hand to his neck and settled it there. "I'm just new," She shook her head, "And stupid and didn't understand. Forgive me?" 

 

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[Atrice]

She was going to tell her dominus what they did tonight? Even if they were all alone and no one else but them knew... she would tell what had happened? Wulfric didn't know this and felt a bit awkward now. They kissed, she made him feel so good, she felt so real to him and yet she'd tell about them. That didn't make it better. He tried to explain what he understood, when he went to ask for this deal tonight. That he paid to have her here, and she was his for as long as she was here. That's what they said. Do whatever you please, just don't make the guard carry her home. As if he would! Wulfric would never be that mean. And it had surprised him that apparently, it could happen. But not with him, not when she was with him.

Ione sighed and said she'd made a mistake and didn't know what he'd asked for. She said she did want him. Did she? Or did she only want him because he said so? He didn't think her stupid though and looked at her, "You are not stupid, you are only... a..." A whore, that's what she was, but he didn't like the word. It did make her sound so cheap, it made her sound like she wasn't a person. But what she said still lingered and he set the wine away, putting his hand on top of hers on his neck, keeping her hand there. Looked at her pretty blue eyes, "Is it real? You want me?" He didn't imagine this was love or anything close to it, but he didn't want her to put on an act. If she didn't want him again, he would be fine. He would just have liked that it had lasted longer. But he didn't like to pressure her.

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[Sara]

She saw him falter and finished his sentence for him, "Girl." She gave him an uneven smile. She didn't like the word whore either, and Wulfric appeared to be struggling with that aspect of her - maybe he had forgotten, too, that she was only here with the promise of coin. She didn't want to remind him and so 'girl' seemed appropriate. It was what the dominus called her anyway.

She moved her thumb in gentle, slow circles across his neck as he placed his hand atop hers. She relished the warmth, she seemed perpetually cold, especially now as the heat of their sex dissipated from her skin. His question was one she'd heard a  handful of times and despite being unsteady and unsure in most of her job, she knew what to answer with this time. "Yes." She gave him the warm smile that had invited him in moments before and leant gently to kiss his cheek. "I want you." The real answer to that question was much more complex. Wulfric was sweet and she had felt a hint of the promised pleasure with him, but did she want him? No. She didn't - much like she didn't want most of the men that touched her. But she'd rather have him than a sailor in-shore on leave, that was for certain. It was an easy answer to give him, therefore, to make him feel better. 

 

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[Atrice]

He hadn't meant to say she was just a girl, but it was a much better word than the one he'd almost used for her. She was a whore, but he did understand it wasn't a nice thing for a woman to be and especially not where she was. Her room in the brothel had not been half as nice as his own simple room here, and his room wasn't much to speak of either. But hers was worse. Still, he didn't like that she called herself stupid. There had been another misunderstanding and now he knew it was not her fault. It was simply her dominus who had not told her, what she could expect tonight. Maybe he hoped she could pry more money out of Wulfric. Not that it was entirely cheap in the first round, to get her to come to his place. 

She'd said she did want him, despite what just passed and he touched her hand, wondering if she really did want him again. She smiled warmly at him, kissed his cheek and said she did want him. Wulfric smiled and pulled her closer again, into another kiss, "That is good. Maybe now, we just... relax?" He suggested and moved a bit on the bed, so there would be room for her when he was on his side towards her. He shifted to get the blanket to pull over them both. Gods, it had been months since he'd just relaxed with someone warm in his embrace. That would be nice too. And then maybe in a little while, he'd be ready for more pleasure with her.

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[Sara]

She kissed him back with fervour, and smiled against his lips as he muttered to her. He seemed relieved, and she felt the ache in her chest lighten a little bit. He had bought it, despite her internal wrangling and that was all she could really hope for. She rationalised it to herself that if he wanted her, and believed she ardently wanted him then he might pay for her time again, and she would much rather spend a few hours in his bed than in her own cell with a trader or a barman who didn't know when stop meant stop. 

She shifted too and curled herself into the blanket, facing him and moving her fingers up to softly trace across his skin, as a lover might do. Her features were open and her expression was warm. "Relaxing sounds nice." When was the last time she relaxed? She could probably count on her fingers the number of times she had felt properly, deeply relaxed in Rome and they had all happened when she was alone and out of the Elysium. She would try her best though, for him. "Are you tired? I can be quiet," She offered with a half-smile and stilled her fingers on his skin, "Or we could speak about something? You could tell me more of Germ-an-ia?" She tried pronouncing it, but with her Greek-accented Latin, it sounded odd.

 

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[Atrice]

Her returning the kiss felt good, it felt... right. But he didn't feel that he was quite ready for another round yet, so he thought they'd lie down and relax a bit. He shifted on the bed and she did too, facing him on the simple bed underneath his blanket. It was nice and warm and her fingers tracing his skin was quite soothing. Sometimes he missed having a wife, someone to care for and who would care for him. Like Ione did now. She did a good job though. Job... he had to remind himself, this was only work for her. No matter how nice it seemed. It made him feel a little awkward, but then she asked if he was tired and if she should be quiet. Or if they should talk... "I can tell. You... relax." Wulfric replied, reaching a hand around her to hold her close and his fingers gently caressed her back and her hair. So lovely. And he began talking about Germania, just random things, like the way the houses looked and how different it was from Rome. He barely noticed that she fell asleep until it was too late and she seemed so peaceful. He couldn't bring himself to wake her up yet, so instead he'd just continue to caress her gently. Until he fell asleep too.

Suddenly though, there was the sound of a cart rolling by on the street outside the house. It had something heavy on it, made a lot of noise. Wulfric turned in his sleep and opened his eyes just slightly. The light of dawn was falling in from the single window. He looked to his side, seeing the sleeping woman there. Still appearing so peaceful with her eyes closed and her long hair just everywhere. The blanket didn't cover her entirely and he couldn't help but admire the curve of her breast there. Until he realized... it's morning! And he was not supposed to keep her for this long.

Wulfric leaned closer and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead and stroked her arm, while he calmly tried to wake her up, "Ione... Ione... it is morning... we fall asleep." 

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[Sara]

Ione drifted into a dreamless sleep almost as soon as he started speaking, lulled by the quiet and the dark and the warmth and comfort of his bed. It would probably be considered a hovel to many, but to her it was a relative palace. The comfort of him, stroking her back, filled some deep need within her. It was a sleep like she hadn't had since her arrival in Rome. It was the first time her eyes had drifted closed and she hadn't worried about who would be there when she opened them again. She smiled as she slept, comforted and comfortable. 

But then it was over. It was a soft, gentle movement on her arm that woke her and she mumbled into the blanket, content to curl up and keep dozing. But other sounds drifted in now; the sound of a cart, of laughter from somewhere in the building and of Wulfric gently shaking her awake. Slowly, reluctantly, she peeled her eyes open and blinked up at him hovering over her. "Good...good morning." She said with a sleepy, embarrassed smile, and made to move, pushing herself up on her elbows to peer around the room - now bathed in the blue of the dawn light. "I...I'm sorry I fell asleep. You have a very soothing voice Wulfric." She moved a hand to stroke his cheek softly, utterly unaware that his time had ran out some hours ago.

 

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