And nothing would ever be the same

[Gannicus]

god of the arena Gannicus had just left Saxa and begin taking the steps two at a time. Saxa was on guard tonight, and he debated joining her. What fun did the nights hold without a woman? Grinning he turned into one of the rooms and came to a dead still. He forgot all thoughts of his lover, and could only see the girl before him. For a moment he was reminded of Melitta, but the two looked nothing alike. It was her innocence. The way she looked at him. He had been avoiding her, and this was why. Wordlessly he stepped closer toward Sibyl, and watched her face. Ever since he had saved her, she had followed him. Apart of him liked the way she looked at him--and liked it too much. But it had taken him too long to morn a woman who had not even been his to morn. He could not face that again. If she stayed around him, death would come eventually. He had been trying to spar them both that fate. But looking at her now, he could not walk away. "I have warned you to stay away from men like me." He told her, trying to see what her intentions were. If she stayed, he did not think he had the strength to leave the room.

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[Sibyl]

love is a dangerous game

She was not sure where she got the courage to do this, but Sibyl had accepted the help of one she did not think would ever assist her in such an undertaking and dressed in something finer than anything she had touched in her life. Once she had been bathed and tied into the dress, she had received help in brushing her hair. She accepted suggestion that she should wear it down and free.

Once she was alone, she was not sure what to do. She did not know if she should go looking for the man she was drawn to looking like this -- for what if someone else saw her before he did?

She turned from the window, deciding that perhaps leaving the bedroom would not be a bad thing if she wanted to find him, when suddenly, he was there. It was as if the gods kept sending him to her no matter where she was or what was happening. Ever since he had saved her there had been something that had kept her focused on him -- no matter how many times he sought to avoid her.

"You request for me to do the impossible, Gannicus." Her voice was clear and steady. "I do not want to be around men like you. I want to be around one man: you."

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[Gannicus]

god of the arena Gannicus wanted to close his eyes at her words and block them out, but that would mean he would close his eyes and block them out--and right now he couldn't do that. He never favored the roman dress, or Roman women really, but upon her they looked like nothing he had ever seen. He was used to women who offered them to him. Even Roman women who begged to be the the champion. But the reasons she did it were so different that he often could not help but to think on them. Reaching up to her hair he pushed it back slightly, but then only lowered her hand down. She seemed so fragile and knew nothing of caring for fragile women. For the first time since . . . since Melitta, he felt something besides lust stir. He didn't know if he could be gentle, but he knew that right now he wanted nothing more then to try. Yet he feared hurting her. Testing her, he reached out to where the dress almost set on her shoulder, and pulled the strap down over her skin, while his fingers moved over her soft skin. He waited, watching her face to see if she would allow it to fall or if this would prove too much for her.

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[Sibyl]

Love is a dangerous blade

Sibyl watched him as he moved closer to her. She did not speak falsely -- trying to stay away from him was proven impossible. She was drawn to him and every moment she made herself divert path to avoid him, it felt so very wrong. That was why she had made the decision on this night.

When he touched her hair, it was all she could do to keep her eyes on him and not take closer movement to him. She wanted to step into his arms so much, but she was not sure of the right movements to make in this that would not cause offense. As slave, she knew what was expected of her. In this, she was free to make her own decisions as to who touched her, and she very much wanted to feel the hands and mouth of this man upon her.

She started feeling less unsure when he drew the strap of the unfamiliar dress down her shoulder. Feeling his fingers touching her skin, she looked into his eyes, making it easier to go with what she wanted. As the material fell down her arm, she took a step forward, moving into his space a bit more.

This felt like the right thing to do. So very right.

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[Gannicus]

god of the arena As the strap fell, he watched her face, looking for any sign that she would change her mind. It was telling, he thought, that he wasn't looking down at normally he aid more attention to the girl's body then he did her expression. Yet with her, he could see so much in her expression that he didn't look away to look at the rest of her. It was almost like he knew what she was thinking, because it all showed there in her face; every hesitation, every ounce of boldness. He wanted to see her face as he was buried inside her. Stepping forward, to close the rest of the space between them, he dipped his head to take her mouth with his, while one hand moved to the back of her neck and the other on her hip. He didn't move them yet, seeing if this would frighten the girl off. His kiss was aggressive, but he made sure his hands were not, to give her the last change. His hand moved slowly up over her hip, and cupped her breast in his hand, as he felt the weight of her there.

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[Sibyl]

Love is a dangerous blade

If her expression changed at all as the material fell from her shoulder it was to show a darkening of her eyes as sensations and feelings grew stronger about her. There was no turning back from her decision in her mind because it was the right decision for her. It was what she wanted and she had finally found the courage to attempt to let it be known.

If the look in his eyes and the touch upon her skin were any indication, then she had indeed been clear about her wants and her intentions on this night.

When she finally felt his mouth on hers, the rest of the tension and nerves seemed to seep out of her body. His hands on her allowed her to press her body closer to his even as she began to lose herself in the feel of his kiss. This was right. This was what she had wanted.

And it felt so much better than she had imagined.

There was no desire to change her mind and when she felt his hand upon her breast, she reached out and weapped her own arms low about his waist, the tips of her fingers lightly brushing the top of his ass.

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[Gannicus]

god of the arena Gannicus deepened the kiss, feeling his blood rise at the taste of her lips. He was used to women tasting of wine, or over use. She tasted different, and it helped remind his body that this wasn't a woman you blindly rutted with and then walked away from. He wanted to make sure she enjoyed it. Her hands moved down over him, and she paused before being too bold. He had to smile at that, and it paused his kiss for a moment. He tilted his head and nipped her jawline, before nipping her neck, and moving lower to nip her shoulder. He slowly slid his lips over her skin until he got to her breast. Exhaling over her skin, he licked her nipple before pulling it into his mouth and sucking on it. He gently used his teeth to tug on it, before running his tongue over it to sooth away the feeling. He moved over to her other breast to repeat the action, and his hand moved down to mirror her's, only his did not stop at the top of her ass, but cupped it, squeezing it before giving it a light pat. He hoped it would help be be bold.

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[Sibyl]

Love is a dangerous blade

When Sibyl had first imagined being held or kissed by Gannicus, it had been nothing like this. The reality was so much better than her thoughts had been -- and she very much hoped that this was not merely some amazing dream.

His arms and his kiss had left her feeling enough like she was floating, but as he started moving his mouth down her jaw and then to her neck, she could not suppress the shiver the went through her at the sensation. She was not sure she even wanted to try. His use of both tongue and teeth were beginning to bring her nerves to life throughout her body but it was when she felt his mouth on her breast that she was unable to suppress the moan that exited her lips.

She had never felt anything like this and as he continued to pay such wonderful attention to her breasts, she heard herself making soft noises of pleasure.

Even with all of that sensation, she was still aware when his hands slid lower to cup her as and when she felt him lightly swat at it, she pressed forward slightly. The feelings he was awakening in her added to her courage and she allowed herself to enjoy touching him more. Her hands slid lower, first gently caressing the muscles in his ass and then grasping onto him.

Sibyl had never considered herself to be a selfish person, but suddenly she was wanting to feel more; more of the sensations he was stirring to life within her and more of his body against hers.

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