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Post by Marcus Flavius Aquila on Jan 22, 2008 4:51:25 GMT -5
He sighed when he felt her smooth hands on his back and then started to take off his blue cloak and armour. Quite relieved of not having to war that now, for it could get uncomfortable by the end of the day. Once he took it off, his strong and tanned chest was exposed to her, and the moon's light shone on him making him look not like any mere mortal but as the son of Nix or Selene. His eyes shone fiercely as he looked down at Freya.
She looked so beautiful and at the same time as if she wished to have all his love and devotion. He ran a hand on her cheek and kissed her gently. He was about to undress her but suddenly he pondered if she wished for this to happen or not. His eyes met her, he would never dishonour her nor be false to this love he felt so strong toward her. But was she contempt? Did she want this as well? He did not wish to do something she would not like. And so his eyes asked her as he looked down at her.
Perhaps she thought this was a rushed action, or perhaps she needed more time. Whatever it was he wished for her to accept this or let him know. For this was something for two to enjoy and for two to become one. He knew that if he touched her, he would never let her go again, even if she was ever engaged with anyone, he would fight for her or die trying. For love could only be given to one person, and after that, no one else.
Marcus had known a lot of his friends at arms that loved the pleasure and endurance that slaves presented and did not feel the need to compromise anything nor get married, but Marcus had never done anything like that, he had leaned to another sort of life, to tame his body so that he was much more effective in battle; now that he achieved all he wished to he opened his heart for Freya, and he would enver repent, whatever happened he would fight for her.
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Post by Lady Freya on Jan 22, 2008 6:08:42 GMT -5
Freya allowed him to take off his armour. Quietly eyeing his torso, a friendly smile draped across her face, as she leaned up to kiss his shoulders gently. A feather touch at a time. She leaned back down and caught his eyes, they held a question and she knew very well what it was. He did not need to ask her anything, for surely anything he wished her to do, she would do everything in her power in order to please him. Her eyes looked wondrously into his, and with the look that coloured her own eyes, she accepted his advances.
Her hands left the warmth of his bronzed skin. The skin that made him appear as though he was indeed a god, and appear like he was robed in such fine colours, like pure gold. Her hands reached to the shoulders of her gown, where pins held her garments in place, allowing the soft materials that covered her, slowly fade away to expose her charming and smooth skin. The pins falling to the floor beside the bed, where it they would not hassle bare feet wandering about.
She looked up at him as she bit her lip. She was trapped by his handsome spell, and for a moment all her eyes could do was linger over this proud man as though he was a precious statue that none could touch. Her hands slowly moved to his sides. She wondered whether this was what he wanted, surely it should be? Many men would give up anything to be him at this moment, but she knew that she would never give up this moment. Ever.
She leaned forward, slowly and seducingly letting her lips barely touch his. Her eyes coming to look at his. She had moved her hands away from him once again, in order to rest on her elbows to reach his lips, just this little bit. In her mind, she prayed to the gods that none of her guards come bursting in, for then she would be facing the very darkest wrath her father could conjure. Yet, allowing those prayers to leave her, she found herself still inches away from Marcus’s lips, hers, just lightly grazing his.
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Post by Marcus Flavius Aquila on Jan 22, 2008 6:44:30 GMT -5
He smiled feeling her kisses, but was relieved when she as well wished to love and be loved. As she took off her dress, he sighed for she was indeed the most beautiful woman in the whole world, a true daughter of Zeus and beauty, and yet he was the lucky man to have her, to be loved by such wonderful woman.
He closed his eyes for a moment enjoying what she did as he, as well, got close for their lips to meet again, and gently caressed them and ran his hands down her slender neck to her arms. He then kissed her neck and below, allowing every sense of hers to awake and fully enjoy everything he could do. He leaned to her ear and whispered, “I love you.” No one would come, for this was a secret room and everyone was told to be asleep, since Marcus’ household would be awake quite early in the morning.
He ran a hand on her sun-like hair and slowly seemed to know, in a way, as if he always had, how to please every single inch of her, to bring out the magic of love, and a special bond between them. He kissed her much more passionately as his loved emanated from him into the only woman he could ever love.
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Post by Lady Freya on Jan 22, 2008 6:59:41 GMT -5
The touch of their bodies, the grooming heat that transferred from one to another ignited flames and other sensations through the eternity of Freya’s skin. He was so careful, that all she could do was return his tender and soothing touches in her own unique way. The soothing touch of his lips as they trailed from her neck and down wards sent cool and friendly chills gradually up her spine. Now, she knew why many men hungered for this, hungered for these moments.
She felt his face, come side to side with hers and his assuring voice whisper the three words, she loved hearing from him. I love you. Slowly she lay back down upon the bed, her hands lightly pulling him towards her, as yet another passionate kiss was stolen.
Her hands gained a mind of their own, and carefully like ripples in the water glided along his muscular back. She knew, in this very moment that she’d never allow another man this love. The passion, the ardent devotion and offering she presented to Marcus, she knew she’d never love another man. Breaking from the kiss, she kissed his neck, yet instead of travelling the common path and down towards his collarbone, she lifted her head higher so her lips came into contact with his ear, “My heart is yours.”
The Princess knew all the consequences that could come along with this. She’d allow herself to take those chances. For surely, nothing requires so much courage as love. Especially the secret kind. The kind that was forbidden, yet was more true then what the gods themselves could ardently feel. Many said that the gods envied mortals, because every moment could be a mortals last. Everything was so much more beautiful, then what the gods could experience. For mortals, love was the closest thing they had to magic.
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Post by Marcus Flavius Aquila on Jan 23, 2008 6:46:57 GMT -5
Feeling her hands pull him closer to her made Marcus experience something he had never before, he moaned softly Freya’s name as he slowly got closer to her, on top of her, but making sure she could breathe well enough; and it had been lucky he had not done with other men did, but reserved this for the woman he would treasure forever. Just like Ulysses had travelled for 10 years and suffered for 20 in order to go back to the wife he so loved, even when a goddess promised him immortality and eternal youth…Marcus felt true love in his heart and would never love or desire anyone else but Freya.
He burned for her and set her whole being on fire. He worked on her body so that her sensitivity was awakened and she enjoyed this as much as he did. He moved in seductive ways as he traced down on her beautiful and soft features, hoping her to be in the highest of all levels of passion and love as his body burned with every movement, kiss and touches.
He was careful enough for both of them, but as time passed he could feel in higher levels that demanded him to take her as well. It was work for both of them; it was love and a sacred union between both that even the gods desired amidst Eros, love, motor of life in the universe.
Suddenly, Marcus ran his hands on her smooth back and pulled her body against his as it burned with energy he needed to transmit her. A growing wish made him act with more intensity to make his every intimate secret of hers and let her explore him to make him hers.
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Post by Lady Freya on Jan 23, 2008 7:06:24 GMT -5
This moment was unique and promising. Every touch seemed to open up a new passage way for a fire to fly threw. She felt her sensitivity awake from the 19 years of sleeping, a new fire burning with heat and compassion raging as every moment passed. Every touch gave the fire something to feed on, something to keep it going. She felt his hands work a winding magic over her body, sending happy feelings everywhere.
She let her hands slide paths that were un-thinkable. Allowing them to gently breeze the delights his masculine form had. Her lips trailing down his neck, to his collarbone, and for a moment she allowed them to gently move across his shoulders. Her hands became explorers, her sight and senses.
She felt him grasp her towards him, her body arched in willingness. The sheer pleasurable moments just spent, finding the most crucial pits of fires to waken was not all that was to pass. Her body entangled with his in such an un-believable way. It was as though they soared oceans and skies together and found out just how much more magical mortal life could be.
She moaned lightly with his every touch. It was exciting and entrancing. Everything he did and offered to her, she returned in her own unique way. This was an experience for both of them. A ceremony that would combine them as one. If only the world of men would allow such a thing.
The gods played a touch game with mortal lovers, but nothing could wipe away how much love Freya had come to offer this man with. She’d do anything to be with him, in this world or the next.
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Post by Marcus Flavius Aquila on Jan 23, 2008 7:25:05 GMT -5
This was a special night, one to never forget. For this night was not a night for pleasure and lust, but for love and burning passion. Never had Marcus thought that he would ever meet that one person that would awaken his whole being into burning love. There was no turning back now, but he would never let her go, not even in death.
As both burned for each other he got to know her own fierceness and passion, something that would only be his and no one else’s, feeling such privilege he would be true to her forever and would be hers in exchange. All he had now was hers to keep; there would be nothing that he could ever do without placing it under her feet for her to cherish as a trophy or token of his love and devotion for her.
He moaned with every lingering touch of her being, as if she was one of the most seductive nymphs there had ever been, sensual daughters of Nix and with the light and splendour of the Sun God himself. She was radiant as if Selene’s charm had been passed on to her through this act of love and passion, for her body shone and was ever softer to his touch. He burned so much that he love he felt for her was even painful, but delightfully painful.
His body ached with her touch and he deeply desired to give her all he had, all that only she could have. He kept on giving her as much as he received and even more as both of their bodies touched and he then hugged her in a way only she could understand what was to happen. He lightly entered her intimacy with delights of pleasure following his movements. And then he hugged her strongly, both of their bodies as if melting into one, all the love Eros moved in transformed beings into an unison singing voice.
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Post by Lady Freya on Jan 23, 2008 7:43:15 GMT -5
The sands of time could not change nor undo anything that passed this night. This moment belonged to them. Just like the seas owned the golden shores that they collapsed onto with no mercy. The Princess knew she would be loyal only to this man. This moment was though she was nailing her fathers crown, and spitting at him. Yet, this very hour she had come to realise in the depths of her mind and heart that they belonged to one another, and together they were all each other needed.
Such an illicit act, was ever the more exciting. The seconds ticked past, with the gods smiling over them. Each passing moment filled with intensity, ardour and the pure cherishment only two who were made for one another could share. All the indecision rolled away, all the independent strength collapsed into one compound of united force. What good was life, if these moments could not be shared by two lovers? She had been incomplete, but as they hugged one another in only a way they both could, what was incomplete now equalled in utter and sheer wholeness.
Whimpers of enjoyment came quietly from Freya, as a single tear rolled down the side of her face. Such a moment, hit its destination filling her with a contentment, she knew that only Marcus could fill her with. No other man would be able to have this gift, not the way Freya offered it to Marcus. She pulled him close together, after they had worshipped one another’s bodies for the first time. She stole a promising kiss from Marcus. Still allowing her hands to lay upon his fiery skin.
Her eyes looked at him, with pure happiness. All thoughts of being parted had been thrown away, so that they could embrace in passion and happiness, her lips parted from his, “I love you,” she whispered.
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Post by Marcus Flavius Aquila on Jan 23, 2008 8:42:40 GMT -5
He gently kissed her forehead when she said those words he so loved to hear from her mouth. He smiled at her, but soon felt exhausted. He moved the blankets in order for them to get inside the bed and slowly got in, he then smiled at her and beckoned her to get inside as well.
They would not be disturbed and he would have to leave her before dawn but they still had time to be together. For he did not wish anyone to discover them, and what is more for his soldiers to suspect anything, because they were loyal to Rome, but new under Marcus’ command and therefore did not love him yet.
He hugged her against him through the night, feeling her warmth and softness against his body, as if he wished to protect her form any harm that could ever come to her. He no longer wished for her to suffer, especially after the years she had endured with her father in Carthage, he wished to heal those wounds and bring happiness and hope into her life. As the night developed he slept little, thinking on what had just happened and its consequences. He also looked down at her as she slept, and a weak smile was curved on his lips, she looked so beautiful even when she slept, like a golden goddess.
He slowly caressed her face and long smooth hair wishing to not wake her, as he knew what to do now, he would not let her be anyone else’s nor abandon her now that he had found her. Their fate was bound together and whatever happened to one would happen to the other. As he held her in his arms he thought that tenderness was something he had never felt before, perhaps only for his sister Felicita, but never again until now. If only they could stay like this forever, but mortals only lived in moments. As dawn threatened to come, Marcus slowly moved away from Freya trying not to wake her as he kissed her lips lightly before he stood up, covered her with the blankets so she did not feel cold. He then put on his armour and garments and took the torch making sure he did not leave tracks or mud in her room. He then left through another secret passage and arrive to his room. He unmade the bed and went to his private bathrooms where everything was ready for him to take a relaxing shower and then go to train his men. This day, luckily, he did not need to work much, but he had to be as punctual as always.
As he had a fast breakfast, he asked his servants to have Lady Freya’s room ready for her to take a bath if needed and highly decorated to please her with as many flowers, perfumes, candles and neatness as possible. For a Princess deserved the best of treatments.
He then left to train his men and hopefully would be back for lunch and hoped to find his love waiting for him, after enjoying herself in the company of his servants.
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Post by Lady Freya on Jan 23, 2008 9:06:36 GMT -5
Her eyes lingered with elite happiness as he kissed her once more time, before re-positioning the blankets so that they may sleep beneath them. She followed him, and lay in his arms. Still the warmth of their bodies spreading to one another. She held his arms close to her. Feeling more in safe hands then she had ever been. All her troubles were absent, all the old injuries that words had thrust so painfully towards her were whisked away into the night.
She fell asleep in his arms. Her breathing calm and relaxed. She did not stir like she usually did, for her dreams were more pleasant and peaceful. For once she was allowed to sleep, without feeling that the next moment would only bring her more grief, like the morning she had been woken and heard from a servant her mother was dead. That thought still wounded her, greatly. She dreaded waking every morning to be told, that someone close to her had passed.
Yet, the gods had allowed her this night. This night where everything was tranquil and relaxed. Where, she was free to be herself and not have to worry about the problems her mortal life endured. There had only been one other she had loved, her mother. Yet, Freya’s love for the man who’s arms she slept within was of a more fiercer sort, a more devoted and delicate kind.
Freya woke when the morning light seeped through the cracks of the door, and reached for her. She felt the assuring warmth had left her. She looked to where Marcus had been the night before, yet his place remained empty. She knew that he had left in the early hours, and she had only hoped he had allowed himself sleep. Their love was a burden, and would surely weigh the both of them down. If anything it had to remain secret. For a moment she remained laying in the bed, remembering the night that had simply flown passed. It was a night to remember, and would never be forgotten.
There was a knock to the door, and Freya quickly sat up and placed on her gown. She was nimble and moved to the doors to allow whomever was there the courtesy of knowing she was awake. She found the young girl who had tended her previously, and together they took off to where Freya could freshen up and was gifted with another gown of blue and silver.
In the time that passed Freya had been pampered by two very lovely ladies. An elderly servant and the young girl. Yet, Freya had thoughts to also pamper them, and they switched roles, and elegantly pampered one another, until their stomachs groaned with hunger. Freya ate with the servants, showing that she simply did not care for her status and enjoyed their company. For hours they spoke and laughed among one another, Freya being careful not to let her identity slip, simply telling the servants her name was Bronwyn and close to the Carthage Royals.
When they finished, the servants intended to leave Freya and follow about their chores. Yet Freya, was persistent to keep their company and offered them a hand. Slightly astonished, the women bid her they were fine and capable, yet she insisted. They moved to the stables, where Freya helped feed and water the horses. Each horse, she spent a moment with… to get to know…
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Post by Marcus Flavius Aquila on Jan 23, 2008 9:26:30 GMT -5
Marcus reached his men, as punctually as always, though some of the new soldiers were late. This never pleased Marcus, for he tended to punish those who were late. He would make them do laps until they could run no more, though it seemed a horrible thing to do, it made them respect and admire him, for sometimes he would run with them in order to show them that their Centurion worked as hard as he commanded others.
Once they had trained, one of the men that deeply esteemed Marcus invited him to have lunch with him and his wife. He smiled and could not leave without attending to his petition it seemed. So he went with Cuadrado and met his charming young wife. Though he enjoyed their company he could not stop thinking about Freya, her beautiful eyes and soft touch.
Once they finished their lunch break, he then went over to his comrade Centurion Fabio and told him what his men needed to do. He would take over the next day. For this day was half free for Marcus since he had done also night watches in the past days. For he had been told that the relative from Athens, Queen Daphne, would come to visit. Marcus deeply esteemed those loved ones by Lucius and Felicita and did his best in order to secure their visit and make it an enjoyable one.
As the day evolved, he rode his dear friend home, at the speed of light. For some reason he felt much lighter, as if he could float in a way. But he had to hide everything and master himself, if not, everything would crash upon them both, their love had to be as silent as the night.
Once in the Villa, his slaves took his horse to be refreshed and ready for the next day. He then was told that the Princess had insisted in helping out in the stables. Marcus shook his head as he laughed, she was stubborn indeed, but that did not see to bother him. As he arrived at the stables he then found Freya and approached her silently, since there was no one there at the moment, and he hugged her from behind and said laughing silently, “I leave you for some hours and you turn into a stables-maid?”
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Post by Lady Freya on Jan 23, 2008 9:41:06 GMT -5
Freya enjoyed the companionship animals offered. They seemed to welcome people into their space without a worry and even listen when things went wrong. Horses seemed to have that ability too. Their ears flicking to where your voice came from, their eyes soft and mellow. Their personalities, taking on very similar traits to mortals. Each one as unique as the next.
As she moved threw the stables, she met each horse. Lingered with them a moment, and befriended them. For surely nothing could beat an animals devotion. It did not seem as though she was in the stables long, for the last time she had truly looked about, people were rushing about. Yet, she guessed she mistaken and must have been in the stables quite awhile.
She stepped out of the second last horse’s stall, and was about to visit the little mare she had ridden, when she was grasped from behind. There was no doubt in who it was, and her face brightened with bliss, she held Marcus’s hands about her, making sure there was no-one around and she peered over her shoulder, smiling, “Imagine what could happen, if you left me for a day,” she turned in his arms and kissed him.
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Post by Marcus Flavius Aquila on Jan 23, 2008 10:02:36 GMT -5
Marcus laughed and answered, “I better not even consider doing so.” He welcomed her kiss with love and devotion as he then span her around and then kissed her back. He then said a bit softer and lower this time, “it seems it is time for us to act as mere royals, but the night will bring the love we must hide during the daylight.” He lovingly caressed her cheek and looked into those eyes he had longed for all day. He then said, “I hope you have enjoyed their company, and that you have been granted all you wanted.” He wanted Freya to feel at home in Rome, to enjoy it fully and to be granted everything she could wish for. He then kissed her forehead and offered her his arm to walk out of the stables as he then said in a low tone, “it seems we both will need a bath after this.” He laughed lightly for he had been training hard this day and so it seems that Freya has worked hard indeed. As they came back inside the Villa, leaving the stables, he then led Lady Freya to her chambers as some maids were already waiting for he to be refreshed. He then said cordially, hiding his feelings for Freya like a true actor, “Once ready, milady, I shall take you to one of the main chambers where you will delight yourself with music and dancing. They come here ever so occasionally and I thought this would delight your ears.” He bowed his head to Freya and went to his own chambers to get himself ready. Though little did he know that someone would be in that group of dancers. He refreshed himself and put on a more informal attire, still quite elegant. He then waited for his guest in the main hall where he looked at some paintings on the walls that spoke of a myth, when Romulus and his brother fought for Rome’s power back then. In silence he seemed to pray to Castor and Pollux for his love to be unknown and unnoticed from those that could harm him and Freya, as innocent she was from any guilt. -Link to Marcus’ attire-
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Post by Lady Freya on Jan 23, 2008 10:21:57 GMT -5
She smiled, and embraced his attention. The Princess nodded, “Then I look forward to the hour of Athena,” she took a step away from him for a moment and placed some hay in the manger for the grey mare, before she returned to Marcus’s outstretched arm. She looked sincerely into his eyes and nodded, “Do not be cross with me, but I spoiled the servants that helped me. I’ve grown fond of their company as though they were sisters.”
She placed her step in beside him, and returned to the Villa, escorted by his arm. When he returned her to her apartment, she inclined her head like a royal lady, and dispersed into her chambers with the maids. They refreshed themselves, as Freya bid them too. She intended to treat them as fondly as they treated her. She had desired friendship for sometime, atleast with the kind that could return words.
When she was refreshed, she allowed them to take her to where Marcus had asked. She smiled at the thought of dancing and music, for it all seemed like quite a gala. They had neatly pinned her hair back with small flowers, that made the fine gold colour of her hair nimbly stand out. The colour of her gown, chosen for her elegant eyes.
They brought themselves to the hall, the servants sinking in behind Freya, as she moved gracefully towards Marcus, spotting him gazing at artwork upon the walls. The person whom had done them truly had some skill. She kept her eyes from falling and staying with Marcus, she knew her guards would be soon to see her, and she had to hold her walls high to cover the affection she held for Marcus. Otherwise her guards would surely pick her up right there and then and take her swiftly back to Carthage and her father’s wrath.
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Post by Marcus Flavius Aquila on Jan 24, 2008 6:50:46 GMT -5
((OOC: I am sorry to post so slow but my arms are a bit wounded for yesterday’s match so I am having a bit of trouble writing lol))
IC:
Now they were in the eyes of the world and so they had to be as cautious as a fox in the middle of the hunt. Whatever they did or thought would be their doom or shield against the horrors that could come. And Marcus, more than anything, wished Freya happiness, not sorrow. And he would do all at hand to do so.
His meditations stopped when he heard someone behind him, he knew it was her, and though he longed to hold her in his arms and kiss her passionately, he turned to bow his head at her and then said, “You are most prompt, milady.” He then nodded to a servant, for he did not like treating them as slaves, and the servant opened the door for them. Marcus did not mind if Freya made friends with his servants, for he had them of free well, none of them were slaves in reality. But he only hoped Freya would not confide their affair to any of them, for he trusted no one.
He led Freya into the room where there were already some cushions for them to sit and some wine and fruits. Marcus only hoped that she would enjoy this because it was one of the main shows and celebrations Roman Royals would do in their guests’ honour. And though Marcus did not like exhibitions, he had to keep her stay in Rome as official as possible to pretend Rome not to know that the Princess had left Carthage against her father’s will.
Marcus led Freya to one of the cushions and then, after sitting on another, he picked up two cups of silver glass and asked her if she wished for some cool and invigorating wine. He would look at her escort form time to time; they were all in the room, just before the music started. Not long after the music began to play and some dancers graced the scenery with their movements. Marcus loved Roman culture, but sometimes found these things shallow, but he would do anything to help Freya not to get into any more trouble.
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