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misguidedasgardian · 9 days ago

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AMOR VINCINT OMNIA (X)

X. Yours

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Summary: You finally feel like you started your marriage… with the good… and the uncertain

Warnings: Use of she/her pronouns, reader has hair, Ancient Rome AU accuracies and inaccuracies, arranged marriages, age difference (Marcus is late forties reader is 20), cursing, angst, flucc, descriptions of a mainly patriarchal society, smut, a ‘handy’ job hehe, MIGHT MISS SOME WARNINGS

Notes: Sorry for the delay! love you all

“Can we stay here, for today?”, you asked him, touching his chest, touch, always touching him now, the warmth of his skin was something that soothed you, like something you now needed.

“Well, the medicus did say that I needed to care for my health”, he said teasingly. You smiled, closing your eyes and enjoying the sun sneaking through the window, the warmth of his skin, and the faint smell of the jasmines he had brought you and now laid on the table near the bed.

“Are you in pain?”, he asked gently, caressing your back, “Did I hurt you?”

“It burns a bit”, you answered softly, truthfully, “but I’m not hurt”, you leaned in and kissed his chest, just above his nipple. “Are you alright with me, touching you?”, you asked

“I am yours to do as you please”, he whispered. You raised your eyebrow as you looked down at his body, there weren't only scars, but spots tainting his tanned body, he was so soft yet so rough at the same time. His age had left marks on his skin, but it felt so natural when you passed your hand over his chest and belly.

You heard his breathing getting heavier, you didn’t understand why until you saw the sheet over his weight… grow… your hand travelled over his belly and abdomen until the fabric was covering him, and you moved it, got it out of the way

His cock was becoming stiffer as you got closer to it.

“Pulchra”, he groaned, but it sounded more like a warning. “You don’t have to”, but you didn’t listen to him, you wrapped your hand around him, making him draw delicious sounds that made your skin prickle. It was odd… something being so hard yet so soft as the finest silk, at the same time.

You squeezed, making him moan in pleasure.

“My love”, he grunted, calling for you, “if you want to do that… you need to…”, you looked at him.

“What?”, he looked at you with those glossy dark brown eyes, like the ones of a pup, “I want to please you”, you explained softly, he grabbed your hand and you let him press it against his lips. Your own breath got caught in your throat when he lewdely licked your fingers.

When they were wet enough, he wrapped them around his manhood again, with that slick, they rolled up and down his shaft easily, making his moans more pleasure-fueled

You moaned softly, the whole situation was making your body feel like it was in flames, you didn’t even know what to make of yourself.

“My love”, Acacius whined, and as you looked at his beautiful face contorted in pleasure, you truly saw the man under the armour, you saw your husband, being pleasured by you. In the midst of it, you saw him reprieving himself from something

“What is it?”, you asked

“I need you”, he said, opening his eyes and looking at you, you hadn't stopped your ministrations, which you think is why he was having such a hard time expressing his mind.

“What do you mean?”, you asked innocently, he leaned in and trapped your mouth, kissing you roughly. He turned towards you, grabbing your thigh in his big hand and made you pass it over his legs.

Soon you were on top of him, your hand releasing him to grab onto his shoulders for stability. Your thighs had to be spread wide to accommodate over his hips and not fall over.

“You are not too sore, my love?”, he asked against your lips, you were, but you were more wanting then sore, so you shook you head softly.

“No, I swear it”

“Good”, it was his turn to pleasure you, he made sure you were wet enough, with his thick fingers in between your thighs, and then he wrapped his hand around his shaft, that was conveniently right under you, feeling heavy right against your intimacy.

In this position, you felt strange, like out in the open. Not only because it was midday, the sun shining brightly, letting you see every detail, but because you were right there, exposed on top of him, to his hungry gaze, not as close as the way he took you for the first time.

“You are so beautiful”, he murmured, “my pulchra”

“You said that twice”, you said folly

“I must mean it then”, you moaned when he entered you, your hips moving instinctively, taking more of him inside you. You both moaned at the same time as the friction and stretch was delicious.

“I can’t believe you kept this from me for months”, you whined making him chuckle darkly. You finally understood it, everything behind the act of sex, the gods, the paintings, the mosaics, everything depicting the act, now you finally understood why.

The pleasure that bloomed right where you were connected extended to the entirety of your body, making you shake, your thighs drenched with your own arousal as you moved slowly over your husband.

This was too new to you, and yet, it felt natural, as you have been doing it for ages

His hands grabbed you greedily, touching your sides, your breasts, to settle on your hips, you knew he might leave marks as he was grabbing the soft skin there, leading your movements with the control he enjoyed having.

“For the gods, you are something out of this plane”, he whispered

Once you both reached the elysium fields, you collapsed on top of him, and he hugged you against his chest, caressing your sweaty back

“I’m never parting ways with you again”, he said.

As a young woman, you had been warmed of the sweet words that come from men in ecstasy, and that you’d do well not to take them seriously, but you couldn’t help but put down your wall a bit more as you were held in his arms.

And it was harder not to believe them when you realised that once you left your rooms (somewhere in the afternoon the next day), Acacius had been right there next to you. He came with you to the kitchens, you ate together, he would sit in the garden as you gardened, he would go with you on a walk to go and see Luna and her foal.

And you were silent no more, he would ask you things in turn.

Now he knew you had a very sheltered life in Rome, so instead he would ask about your thoughts, about what you had read, about what you wanted to do.

In turn, you’d ask him about his travels.

You realised he didn’t enjoy speaking about the battles and conquest, but rather the places and people he came across. The different cultures he had met.

You spend your time thinking that this is what it should have been like, after you got married, you should have left Rome for the countryside and you should have started your marriage just like this.

And now you were suddenly overthinking everything.

For how long was this going to last?

You had been accustomed by now to be alone, terribly alone, now he was there like a shadow, the change so brutal that it made your head spin. You were so happy now you were starting to be afraid you’d lose his company again.

The contrast was so notorious, you didn’t want to go back to that loneliness, and that made you nervous. When he was not within your eyesight you started experiencing anxiety. But in every turn, even without realising it, he was there. Watching you with those soft dark eyes of his, a gaze, you’d realise, kept solely for you.

But he left today, in the middle of the morning, he didn’t tell you were he went, just that there was something that required his attention, and he left with a giddy smile and a quick trot of his horse.

He might have said something to the servants, because they were running from one side of the villa to the other, and soon, the whole triclinium all the way to the atrium was surrounded by a delicious smell. They were cooking something good.

Your questions were not answered until two hours later, as the sun watch in the garden would reveal, when Marcus came back with Cecilia and her husband, her babe, and an entourage of servants railing after them

“My love”, she greeted, kissing both of your cheeks, “you look positively radiant!”

Your cheeks heated just by thinking to the reason why

“Thank you”, you murmured gently

“Your handsome husband here promised us a day of relaxation and fun”, she said with a cheeky smile, “and you… are going to tell me all the gossip”.

It had been some sort of surprise, as Acacius smiled gently as the servants packed you a heavy lunch and carried it to the edge of the lake. Finally, you had the opportunity to see it.

After walking along the shore and hear Cecilia yapping about the patrician women of Rome (ones she now frequented after marrying her husband and her trip to Sicily) you had finally found a moment alone, when both men decided to walk along the shore, talking business (despite promises made), and Cecilia send her servants away.

“You seem so much better”, she said in a careful whisper, “that when I saw you a week ago”

“Well, much had changed”, you offered, as those tempestuous eyes of her couldn’t be fooled

“Like?”, she encouraged

“I was untruthful to you”, you said carefully, her child babbled, grabbing onto her skirts, the wind flew slowly and warmly, you both found yourselves under a tent, resting over thick fabrics placed for your comfort. “Acacius and I… weren’t alright”

“Oh yeah, I could tell”, she said with a knowing look, you look back at her wide eyed

“Really?”

“Oh darling, you are many things, a good liar, is not one of them”, she said, without wiping that smirk off her face

“Oh”, you lamented

“But I take that whatever was going on was fixed”, she teased

“Oh yes”, you said happily, she shrieked, making her child jump in his place, playing wit wooden figurines

“So… “, she encouraged yet again

“We might be giving your child a life-long friend soon, or bride”, she applauded, being comically imitated by her son, who giggled happily, his thick curls jumping as he applauded with his chubby arms.

“So before”

“He hadn’t touched me”, you said carefully, “only after i confronted him after you left is when he realised, how lonely I had been, he never consummated the marriage, and then he left for Hispania…”, you wanted to omit the part in which he loved your mother, only thinking about it made your skin crawl.

“What? Why didn’t he?”, she asked

“Well, I believe it was because he didn’t want to pressure me”, you said. The naughtiness returned to her face

“So…”

“So?”, you asked her, confused.

“Is he or is he not… a very virile man?”, she said in a cackle. You wanted to hide your face in the sand and she threw your own phrase back in your face.

“Yes he is”, you admitted, your voice muffled by your hands

She laughed and applauded again.

Her son, Julius, applauded again, giggling happily, you couldn’t help it, and scoop him up in your arms playfully, making him giggle even more

“You are just like your mother”, you grunted playfully, “just a bundle of giggles”

He was so sweet

And that is how Acacius and Cecilia’s husband found you, giggling and gossiping, and this time… you did recognize the look Marcus gave you when he saw you with a child in your arms. This was going to be a very fun night with your husband, you’d gather.

The rest of the day was spend playing in the shore, splashing in the water, Marcus grabbing you, pulling you with him into the waters, before you could admit to him that you did not know how to swim, he catched you in his arms squeezing you against his chest, as he kissed the side of your face. You gazed upon his face, kissed by the afternoon sun, lines around his big smile, those kind eyes of him, gleaming with happiness. You looked to your friend and found a similar image, she was being tackled by her husband into the water, she screeched as she fell into the water.

It was one of those moments you wished you could live forever in.

. . .

You were watching your husband like a hawk as you brushed your hair, and he undressed, waiting for the moment he was going to give up his act and jump you hungrily. You were looking forward to it, slicked between your thighs.

But he did not have the same look on his face as he looked at you, he almost seemed troubled as he paced around the room, once he had changed into his sleeping robes.

“What’s wrong?”, you asked him, setting the brush on the table. He finally looked at you and took a big sigh.

“You know Cecilia’s husband is a member of the senate… and he was there last week”, he said softly, “even though though I have little less of half a year left at the command of the Legions, I need to…”, he paused, studying your face in detail, as he was afraid of how you were going to react, “go back to Hispania”, he said slowly and quietly, watching you intently.

You only nodded, with an unreadable expression on your face. You expected this, sort of…

“So, when do we leave?”, you asked nonchalantly, but of course he caught it, immediately

“We?”, he asked, a smile creeping on his face

“You are not leaving me again”, you said curtly, “you promised me, Acacius”, you said severely

“I know”, he said with a soft smile, he dared to remove a lock of hair from your face, taking advantage and touching the skin of your cheek

“We are going to Hispania, then”, he said with a soft smile, you smiled widely

“Can’t wait”, you pronounced proudly. He leaned in and trapped your lips with his on a chaste kiss

“Your mother is going to kill me”, he said, without wiping the smile from his face, “for taking you away from Rome, away from the soft shade of the Empire”

“She’ll understand”, you said back with a soft smile, you leaned in and kissed him in turn, and he hummed against your lips. “Now will you have me?”, you asked him, “I recognized that look in your eyes, you had when you were watching me”

“Oh really?”

“Oh yeah”, you gasped when he grabbed you, making you around his hips with your legs, and led you to the bed.

“I’ll show you how virile I am”, he grunted playfully against your lips.

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