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joseph quinn is dating a woman who wore a sam hyde tshirt and defended her (ex) boyfriend when women came forward with sexual harassment allegations against them. thats the tip of the iceberg. thats the kinda man he is and the kinda company he wants to keep. but stan away i guess.

I will take a moment for this one. 🙄

So I am the fan of a man who when I a little girl who was about to have a birthday on the 4th day of a very busy con (or very hectic, stifling con at times to use the words of another member of the talent they had booked for that same con who I had spoken with) stopped everything and gave her a hug, asked her what her name was & had everyone sing her happy birthday.

Or on the only day of a con he could attend because of customs…not only took all three days of autos & ops but did more when the con added more to his sell out time slots…& continued to be pleasant and personable with his fans & was amazing to all that worked with him and made the single day not feel so bad (heard that from his staff I had spoken with at the end of the day when I saw them again!)

So yes, I’m a fan. He is talented and very kind.

And I don’t know about his private life or feelings (honestly, its none of my business…that said I simply wish him the best and can’t wait to see what new projects that come his way!) but speaking for myself, I have dated some absolutely horrible men. Because living in a society where it can be hard to feel good about myself, worth, or even pretty I settled and turned a blind eye to their horrible behaviors I discovered just before or even while together with them because I didn’t feel I deserved or could date better.

💐So yeah… have a good day. And continue to enjoy whatever makes you happy. I know I will do the same! 💐

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😎Joe at Prada. Lookin’ good.😎

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What the Emperor Wants

Part Fourteen

Summary: Passions arrive before tasks of marriage come to the Domus of Geta and Caracalla

Notes/Warnings: 18 & up👆����, Very smutty…& squint some angst & fluff!! A handjob, mentions of climax (female & male!) fingering, squint its exhibition since it takes place on a throne. Old, retro mentions/beliefs of old god/goddesses. Retro views of women.

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“Geta.” His name was your breath as you exhaled with the pleasure his lips brought you.

He glanced at you from around your hand.

You reached and gently, nestled your fingers to his short curls. They were rebellious from the hood that had tried to stifle them. Continuing to hold your wrist, he held you close as he continued to kiss your forearm, occasionally you’d feel his teeth.

“Who knew, the sweetest blossom in Rome could make me feel good just with a mere touch.” His voice had deepened.

“Being astride you, Geta such as this and the feel of your lips makes me feel great pleasure as well.” You kept running your fingers through the fiery curls.

He pressed his lip against your wrist before placing your hand back to where it belonged in your lap. His face grew serious, he looked off to a distance you could not see.

“Geta?”

“Leading up to our ceremony. We will have to be reasonable, chaste even in our relations.”

You had heard what was expected. You had seen of the marriage of one of your brothers and a cousin, and yet all of this was never what would imagined. You were left wondering what now was meant for her or the two of them.

“I will follow and do as you wish.”

His eyes moved back and looked at you. A smile curled his lips. His hand cupped your cheek. “I chose so wisely with you.”

“Thank you.” There was something you were curious about but you knew better now than to question him.

“Speak, blossom.” A soft edge entered his voice making it echo in the small throne area.

You took a breath. “Promise to not take my head.”

You said the words lightly, but there was a small snare of worry.

He rose an eyebrow. “For the moment.” His smile returned.

Good spirits continued to fill him, you mused.

“You have led us down our path. Why can’t we carry on such as that?”

He nodded. “We are very much doing that. Though there are some things that bring us good tidings and blessings to our marriage.”

You brought a hand to his thigh.

He closed his eyes and pressed his lips together at your touch.

“Is there anything we should accomplish or relish in specifically?”

His lashes fluttered against his cheeks before he looked at you once more. “We do have some time before a new day dawns. Before we allow the world, the people of Rome are told of our betrothal.”

“Yes. That is true, Geta.”

Taking ahold of your hand he slipped it into the folds of the fabrics he wore. You gasped as he brought you to his arousal.

Your fingers wrapped around his length.

A soft sound came from Geta’s lips.

You looked at him concern filled you.

“That feels as it should. I will show you.”

His breathing deepened and shorten. His much larger hand enveloped and guided yours.

Pleasure began to fill you as you felt as he appeared to grow within your hand. Passion had filled his face, his eyes were aflame.

“Geta, shall I lay down for you?” Though, you truly did not want to lay on the cold stone, and be like a common dog or animal. For him, you did not truly mind. You would always follow his lead, wherever it may take you.

“No, we shall stay here.”

He swallowed, another soft moan poured from his lips.

“It will be our tribute to the gods and goddess as close as we can.”

Your heart squeezed. It made the pleasure you were already feeling twist in an unexpected, pleasurable manner. He was growing more breathless.

Glancing down, seeing his hardness as it slid and move between your fingers and a soft sound escaped from you. You could remember how it felt inside of you.

His hand slipped from yours as his lips twisted into a smirk briefly. “You relish the sight of your emperor, your future husband?”

“Yes.” You swallowed. “You made me feel so good.”

Your fingers tightened before loosing and continuing to move up and down his length.

“Your body welcomed me as it should.” A smile appeared on his face. “I need to look upon my blossom.”

His hands easily, opened your stola. Your breasts, your body was bared to the cool air. Some of your curves were still cloaked by the fabric.

“Does it miss me?”

How he looked at you, made you tremble. Once again your fingers tightened around him. The sound that poured from his lips caused, a pleasurable ache once again to grow in you. It was a pleasure he brought to you. You could never imagine not knowing this pleasure given to you from him and the heavens above.

“Yes, Geta.”

His hand was warm as it rested on your thigh. “Open yourself to me.”

As you opened your thighs, you felt as your cheeks warmed. His hand easily slipped between your thighs. A moan softly, came from deep within you as you felt his finger tips merely graze you. You trembled and shifted on his lap.

“That’s my blossom.” He trembled as you felt his body tightened once again.

When you had felt him like this before while you lying as one, you had felt something. His seed had filled. You wondered if you would feel it now.

“Yes. Relish the pleasure.” You shook as you felt his fingers tease your opening.

You remembered how he had quicken his pace when he was above you. So you moved your hand as such.

“That feels so…” His voice trailed off, his body shook before straining against you. A moan poured from his lips.

You gasped as his seed spurted from him. Several ropes erupted from him, as he moaned and shook under you. His body jolt with each spurt. The sounds that came from him gave uou that pleasurable ache once more. His head tilted back. He closed his eyes, his chest was heaving.

“Geta?”

*************

He licked his lips as his heart thudded hard.

“Geta?” Your soft voice reached his ears.

Opening his eyes, he was met with concern awash on your face. His lips twitched with a smirk as he took you in.

“Blossom. Look at you, I have filled you with my seed and now I have covered you.”

He tilted his head to one side taking in the sight before him.

“I’m yours.”

Eyeing a cloth, on side table he easily snatched it up. Easily, he moved quickly and tidied you up. He tossed away the now soiled cloth.

“You are that.”

He could feel a fresh knot of passion tighten in him. How was he to avoid, being close with you before the ceremony. Looking you over, he swallowed.

He drew close. “Shall I touch you here? As you have touched me?” He made a soft thoughtful sound. “Would it make me weak?”

He felt a slight tremble come over you as he spoke. As you caught his eye, he could see the passion that burned in them.

“Geta, you will never be weak.”

“I cannot allow myself to be ensnared by passions even if it is with a woman who shall be my wife.”

You let a seriousness fall over you. “You make men whither with fear.”

Your breath caught as he drew his hand between the softness of your thighs.

“The man who had the desire to snuff out the flame that burns within you, cowered with fear.”

“That is true.”

He moved his hand so he cupped you. “Your mound, is beautiful like the rest of you. A soft temple of love and passion all for me.”

“It’s yours.”

He enjoying seeing how breathless you grew because of his touch. Remembering how you moved, sounded so he touched your little bud once again.

“Oh Geta.”

He heard you manage to say before a moan poured from your lips.

“So my fingers can make you feel good too?” He slowed his touch.

You trembled under his touch. Licking your lips, you nodded and whimpered. “Please, please;” You begged. It made the knot in his stomach tighter. “Don’t stop it feels so good.”

“Since you begged me so nicely.”

He watched, as he touched you more firmly like he had before. Your cheeks had a rosy flush and in the flickering flames your eyes shone with your passion.

You trembled and called out, a moan that caused him to bit his bottom lip. It was delicious to his ears.

You were soft and wilted in his arms like flower petals. He watched as you regained your breath, your eyes fluttered open. That feeling, you had brought to him was back. It almost stole his breath. He let his fingers graze the line of your jaw.

“And now, we shall retire for the night.”

You easily got up from his lap.

He adored watching how you fretted over your dress. Standing himself, he said easily pulled you close.

“I am grateful the gods brought us together. May they continue to bless the two of us in our coming union.”

“Yes. The gods have been kind, I send them my gratitude.”

*******

Geta, stopped and went to where he knew some bread was kept. With it in hand, he went over to alter for Vesta. Gathering, his clothes he knelt before. He was pleased to see the candles were alit and flickering. He ripped the pieces of the bread. He laid them down with lowered eyes and murmuring his appreciation of her and what she had planned for him and you.

Not long after he was pleased to see his guards were alert and stood, very straight outside the door of his chambers.

“Gallus. Can you go in and make sure no one is lurking in the shadows.”

“Yes, sire.”

*******

Once back in your room, you went to the window and knelt. Peering up at the crescent moon, you whispered your prayers to the powerful Luna, to grant you fertility in the coming marriage of Geta. You truly hoped you could take his seed. You laid a hand on your belly. Your imagination grew before you. A baby boy of his would look so beautiful. He would have his father’s strength.

Pleased with your prayers, you finally removed the pins and ribbons that held your hair in place. You placed them on the small table that also held your brush and strigil. In a transparent shift, you sighed as relaxation finally came over you. Going over to your bed, you pressed a kiss to the ring on your finger before crawling into the bed.

Moving till comfort finally found you, you let yourself melt into the blanket and pillow. Moments from the day shifted before you; the carriage ride to Dondas coming over to you and those last moments with Geta lingered. You could still feel his touch. With memory of him still fresh; sleep finally came over you.

******

Geta, glanced into his room as Gallus, walked in wide strides around the room. With a sharp turn, he came back to him.

“There is no one. May sleep bring the peace and rest that is needed.”

He nodded. “When the sky turns purple, please take some food and rest. I will want you near, later after the second meal.”

Gallus, clapped his chest and nodded. “Advised, sire.”

Once the door was closed, Geta relaxed. He stripper the last of his clothes. The cool air felt good on hid body. Walking to his balcony he looked out at the expanse of Rome, his Rome. He felt fantastic. Just as he was about to turn and retire to his bed. A flurry of feathers, black in nature settle near him. After some shaking and appearing to settle itself, he saw that it was a crow that had indeed decided to pay him a visit.

“Hello, mighty crow.” He tilted his head and looked at it. It did the same to him. He smiled and the crowd let out a loud cry.

“Thank you for your visit.” He paused, taking in the crow’s beauty. “I will show my gratitude and thankfulness at my alter.”

He glanced over at where he saw the crow, wanting to see it a final time and he did. He smiled. Shortly, afterward the crow shook its feathers and then easily took off into the night that was black as him. The moon barely gave any light tonight.

His excitement had calmed despite you so easily reigniting his passions. Lying down, echos of your pleasure echoed in his heart. You, were lovely and pleasing. You would give him the future of Rome that none other can give.

*******

You do not think there will ever be a day that passes, where you accustomed to life in the Domus of Geta and Caracalla. The bathing was just that more special with the oils that were so pleasing you felt as if you had become a flower yourself or how the ribbons, and curls were twined and twisted in your hair.

You paused by one of the larger columns, to take it all in. The sky was clear, sun’s warmth drifted in and the flowers that drew were flush with their freshness. Their scent making the air delightful. From where you hid, you watched people you had never even see before.

Taking a breath, you gathering yourself. Today was a new day, back in Rome. You could already feel how different it was from the country side.

Today, was your first day as the emperor’s betrothed. You had to take Aelia’s reassuring words given while she looped and twined your hair into a new look. You still did wonder where she had run off in such haste. Life was already so much busier here in Rome than in the country side.

Though, as you reflected back onto your betrothal with Geta, and your spirits already began to loft. It made any of your other thoughts of unease float away.

Feeling as a hand gave you the extra guidance you needed, you made your way to the Triclinium.

“My Blossom.” Geta stood from the sofa he had been reclining on, as you entered. A smile spread across his face.

He ushered you to the sofa beside him. “Plans are already being set in place.” He said once you sat down.

“Wonderful.”

A figure came in with a shadow shortly after you. You looked in the direction. It was Tertia, you had finally remembered her name. Your stomach knotted at the memory. Seeing her once again, did not bring you contentment.

Reaching, you grabbed a plush, and pleasing looking strawberry.

“Is there anything you wish to drink?” Her voice, intruded in your thoughts as you watched as she gave Geta his glass before turning her attention to you.

You were about to reply when Aelia, arrived. She looked flustered

“Yes, Aelia.” Geta took a sip from his glass. “Do you have news from any of the dispatches?”

“We have heard from your mother.” She turned and looked at you. You paused and didn’t take a second bite from strawberry you held. “Yes, we have heard from the village you were born in.”

Your heart quickened its pace.

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What the Emperor Wants

Part Fourteen

Summary: Passions arrive before tasks of marriage come to the Domus of Geta and Caracalla

Notes/Warnings: 18 & up👆🏻, Very smutty…& squint some angst & fluff!! A handjob, mentions of climax (female & male!) fingering, squint its exhibition since it takes place on a throne. Old, retro mentions/beliefs of old god/goddesses. Retro views of women.

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“Geta.” His name was your breath as you exhaled with the pleasure his lips brought you.

He glanced at you from around your hand.

You reached and gently, nestled your fingers to his short curls. They were rebellious from the hood that had tried to stifle them. Continuing to hold your wrist, he held you close as he continued to kiss your forearm, occasionally you’d feel his teeth.

“Who knew, the sweetest blossom in Rome could make me feel good just with a mere touch.” His voice had deepened.

“Being astride you, Geta such as this and the feel of your lips makes me feel great pleasure as well.” You kept running your fingers through the fiery curls.

He pressed his lip against your wrist before placing your hand back to where it belonged in your lap. His face grew serious, he looked off to a distance you could not see.

“Geta?”

“Leading up to our ceremony. We will have to be reasonable, chaste even in our relations.”

You had heard what was expected. You had seen of the marriage of one of your brothers and a cousin, and yet all of this was never what would imagined. You were left wondering what now was meant for her or the two of them.

“I will follow and do as you wish.”

His eyes moved back and looked at you. A smile curled his lips. His hand cupped your cheek. “I chose so wisely with you.”

“Thank you.” There was something you were curious about but you knew better now than to question him.

“Speak, blossom.” A soft edge entered his voice making it echo in the small throne area.

You took a breath. “Promise to not take my head.”

You said the words lightly, but there was a small snare of worry.

He rose an eyebrow. “For the moment.” His smile returned.

Good spirits continued to fill him, you mused.

“You have led us down our path. Why can’t we carry on such as that?”

He nodded. “We are very much doing that. Though there are some things that bring us good tidings and blessings to our marriage.”

You brought a hand to his thigh.

He closed his eyes and pressed his lips together at your touch.

“Is there anything we should accomplish or relish in specifically?”

His lashes fluttered against his cheeks before he looked at you once more. “We do have some time before a new day dawns. Before we allow the world, the people of Rome are told of our betrothal.”

“Yes. That is true, Geta.”

Taking ahold of your hand he slipped it into the folds of the fabrics he wore. You gasped as he brought you to his arousal.

Your fingers wrapped around his length.

A soft sound came from Geta’s lips.

You looked at him concern filled you.

“That feels as it should. I will show you.”

His breathing deepened and shorten. His much larger hand enveloped and guided yours.

Pleasure began to fill you as you felt as he appeared to grow within your hand. Passion had filled his face, his eyes were aflame.

“Geta, shall I lay down for you?” Though, you truly did not want to lay on the cold stone, and be like a common dog or animal. For him, you did not truly mind. You would always follow his lead, wherever it may take you.

“No, we shall stay here.”

He swallowed, another soft moan poured from his lips.

“It will be our tribute to the gods and goddess as close as we can.”

Your heart squeezed. It made the pleasure you were already feeling twist in an unexpected, pleasurable manner. He was growing more breathless.

Glancing down, seeing his hardness as it slid and move between your fingers and a soft sound escaped from you. You could remember how it felt inside of you.

His hand slipped from yours as his lips twisted into a smirk briefly. “You relish the sight of your emperor, your future husband?”

“Yes.” You swallowed. “You made me feel so good.”

Your fingers tightened before loosing and continuing to move up and down his length.

“Your body welcomed me as it should.” A smile appeared on his face. “I need to look upon my blossom.”

His hands easily, opened your stola. Your breasts, your body was bared to the cool air. Some of your curves were still cloaked by the fabric.

“Does it miss me?”

How he looked at you, made you tremble. Once again your fingers tightened around him. The sound that poured from his lips caused, a pleasurable ache once again to grow in you. It was a pleasure he brought to you. You could never imagine not knowing this pleasure given to you from him and the heavens above.

“Yes, Geta.”

His hand was warm as it rested on your thigh. “Open yourself to me.”

As you opened your thighs, you felt as your cheeks warmed. His hand easily slipped between your thighs. A moan softly, came from deep within you as you felt his finger tips merely graze you. You trembled and shifted on his lap.

“That’s my blossom.” He trembled as you felt his body tightened once again.

When you had felt him like this before while you lying as one, you had felt something. His seed had filled. You wondered if you would feel it now.

“Yes. Relish the pleasure.” You shook as you felt his fingers tease your opening.

You remembered how he had quicken his pace when he was above you. So you moved your hand as such.

“That feels so…” His voice trailed off, his body shook before straining against you. A moan poured from his lips.

You gasped as his seed spurted from him. Several ropes erupted from him, as he moaned and shook under you. His body jolt with each spurt. The sounds that came from him gave uou that pleasurable ache once more. His head tilted back. He closed his eyes, his chest was heaving.

“Geta?”

*************

He licked his lips as his heart thudded hard.

“Geta?” Your soft voice reached his ears.

Opening his eyes, he was met with concern awash on your face. His lips twitched with a smirk as he took you in.

“Blossom. Look at you, I have filled you with my seed and now I have covered you.”

He tilted his head to one side taking in the sight before him.

“I’m yours.”

Eyeing a cloth, on side table he easily snatched it up. Easily, he moved quickly and tidied you up. He tossed away the now soiled cloth.

“You are that.”

He could feel a fresh knot of passion tighten in him. How was he to avoid, being close with you before the ceremony. Looking you over, he swallowed.

He drew close. “Shall I touch you here? As you have touched me?” He made a soft thoughtful sound. “Would it make me weak?”

He felt a slight tremble come over you as he spoke. As you caught his eye, he could see the passion that burned in them.

“Geta, you will never be weak.”

“I cannot allow myself to be ensnared by passions even if it is with a woman who shall be my wife.”

You let a seriousness fall over you. “You make men whither with fear.”

Your breath caught as he drew his hand between the softness of your thighs.

“The man who had the desire to snuff out the flame that burns within you, cowered with fear.”

“That is true.”

He moved his hand so he cupped you. “Your mound, is beautiful like the rest of you. A soft temple of love and passion all for me.”

“It’s yours.”

He enjoying seeing how breathless you grew because of his touch. Remembering how you moved, sounded so he touched your little bud once again.

“Oh Geta.”

He heard you manage to say before a moan poured from your lips.

“So my fingers can make you feel good too?” He slowed his touch.

You trembled under his touch. Licking your lips, you nodded and whimpered. “Please, please;” You begged. It made the knot in his stomach tighter. “Don’t stop it feels so good.”

“Since you begged me so nicely.”

He watched, as he touched you more firmly like he had before. Your cheeks had a rosy flush and in the flickering flames your eyes shone with your passion.

You trembled and called out, a moan that caused him to bit his bottom lip. It was delicious to his ears.

You were soft and wilted in his arms like flower petals. He watched as you regained your breath, your eyes fluttered open. That feeling, you had brought to him was back. It almost stole his breath. He let his fingers graze the line of your jaw.

“And now, we shall retire for the night.”

You easily got up from his lap.

He adored watching how you fretted over your dress. Standing himself, he said easily pulled you close.

“I am grateful the gods brought us together. May they continue to bless the two of us in our coming union.”

“Yes. The gods have been kind, I send them my gratitude.”

*******

Geta, stopped and went to where he knew some bread was kept. With it in hand, he went over to alter for Vesta. Gathering, his clothes he knelt before. He was pleased to see the candles were alit and flickering. He ripped the pieces of the bread. He laid them down with lowered eyes and murmuring his appreciation of her and what she had planned for him and you.

Not long after he was pleased to see his guards were alert and stood, very straight outside the door of his chambers.

“Gallus. Can you go in and make sure no one is lurking in the shadows.”

“Yes, sire.”

*******

Once back in your room, you went to the window and knelt. Peering up at the crescent moon, you whispered your prayers to the powerful Luna, to grant you fertility in the coming marriage of Geta. You truly hoped you could take his seed. You laid a hand on your belly. Your imagination grew before you. A baby boy of his would look so beautiful. He would have his father’s strength.

Pleased with your prayers, you finally removed the pins and ribbons that held your hair in place. You placed them on the small table that also held your brush and strigil. In a transparent shift, you sighed as relaxation finally came over you. Going over to your bed, you pressed a kiss to the ring on your finger before crawling into the bed.

Moving till comfort finally found you, you let yourself melt into the blanket and pillow. Moments from the day shifted before you; the carriage ride to Dondas coming over to you and those last moments with Geta lingered. You could still feel his touch. With memory of him still fresh; sleep finally came over you.

******

Geta, glanced into his room as Gallus, walked in wide strides around the room. With a sharp turn, he came back to him.

“There is no one. May sleep bring the peace and rest that is needed.”

He nodded. “When the sky turns purple, please take some food and rest. I will want you near, later after the second meal.”

Gallus, clapped his chest and nodded. “Advised, sire.”

Once the door was closed, Geta relaxed. He stripper the last of his clothes. The cool air felt good on hid body. Walking to his balcony he looked out at the expanse of Rome, his Rome. He felt fantastic. Just as he was about to turn and retire to his bed. A flurry of feathers, black in nature settle near him. After some shaking and appearing to settle itself, he saw that it was a crow that had indeed decided to pay him a visit.

“Hello, mighty crow.” He tilted his head and looked at it. It did the same to him. He smiled and the crowd let out a loud cry.

“Thank you for your visit.” He paused, taking in the crow’s beauty. “I will show my gratitude and thankfulness at my alter.”

He glanced over at where he saw the crow, wanting to see it a final time and he did. He smiled. Shortly, afterward the crow shook its feathers and then easily took off into the night that was black as him. The moon barely gave any light tonight.

His excitement had calmed despite you so easily reigniting his passions. Lying down, echos of your pleasure echoed in his heart. You, were lovely and pleasing. You would give him the future of Rome that none other can give.

*******

You do not think there will ever be a day that passes, where you accustomed to life in the Domus of Geta and Caracalla. The bathing was just that more special with the oils that were so pleasing you felt as if you had become a flower yourself or how the ribbons, and curls were twined and twisted in your hair.

You paused by one of the larger columns, to take it all in. The sky was clear, sun’s warmth drifted in and the flowers that drew were flush with their freshness. Their scent making the air delightful. From where you hid, you watched people you had never even see before.

Taking a breath, you gathering yourself. Today was a new day, back in Rome. You could already feel how different it was from the country side.

Today, was your first day as the emperor’s betrothed. You had to take Aelia’s reassuring words given while she looped and twined your hair into a new look. You still did wonder where she had run off in such haste. Life was already so much busier here in Rome than in the country side.

Though, as you reflected back onto your betrothal with Geta, and your spirits already began to loft. It made any of your other thoughts of unease float away.

Feeling as a hand gave you the extra guidance you needed, you made your way to the Triclinium.

“My Blossom.” Geta stood from the sofa he had been reclining on, as you entered. A smile spread across his face.

He ushered you to the sofa beside him. “Plans are already being set in place.” He said once you sat down.

“Wonderful.”

A figure came in with a shadow shortly after you. You looked in the direction. It was Tertia, you had finally remembered her name. Your stomach knotted at the memory. Seeing her once again, did not bring you contentment.

Reaching, you grabbed a plush, and pleasing looking strawberry.

“Is there anything you wish to drink?” Her voice, intruded in your thoughts as you watched as she gave Geta his glass before turning her attention to you.

You were about to reply when Aelia, arrived. She looked flustered

“Yes, Aelia.” Geta took a sip from his glass. “Do you have news from any of the dispatches?”

“We have heard from your mother.” She turned and looked at you. You paused and didn’t take a second bite from strawberry you held. “Yes, we have heard from the village you were born in.”

Your heart quickened its pace.

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What the Emperor Wants

Part Fourteen

Summary: Passions arrive before tasks of marriage come to the Domus of Geta and Caracalla

Notes/Warnings: 18 & up👆🏻, Very smutty…& squint some angst & fluff!! A handjob, mentions of climax (female & male!) fingering, squint its exhibition since it takes place on a throne. Old, retro mentions/beliefs of old god/goddesses. Retro views of women.

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“Geta.” His name was your breath as you exhaled with the pleasure his lips brought you.

He glanced at you from around your hand.

You reached and gently, nestled your fingers to his short curls. They were rebellious from the hood that had tried to stifle them. Continuing to hold your wrist, he held you close as he continued to kiss your forearm, occasionally you’d feel his teeth.

“Who knew, the sweetest blossom in Rome could make me feel good just with a mere touch.” His voice had deepened.

“Being astride you, Geta such as this and the feel of your lips makes me feel great pleasure as well.” You kept running your fingers through the fiery curls.

He pressed his lip against your wrist before placing your hand back to where it belonged in your lap. His face grew serious, he looked off to a distance you could not see.

“Geta?”

“Leading up to our ceremony. We will have to be reasonable, chaste even in our relations.”

You had heard what was expected. You had seen of the marriage of one of your brothers and a cousin, and yet all of this was never what would imagined. You were left wondering what now was meant for her or the two of them.

“I will follow and do as you wish.”

His eyes moved back and looked at you. A smile curled his lips. His hand cupped your cheek. “I chose so wisely with you.”

“Thank you.” There was something you were curious about but you knew better now than to question him.

“Speak, blossom.” A soft edge entered his voice making it echo in the small throne area.

You took a breath. “Promise to not take my head.”

You said the words lightly, but there was a small snare of worry.

He rose an eyebrow. “For the moment.” His smile returned.

Good spirits continued to fill him, you mused.

“You have led us down our path. Why can’t we carry on such as that?”

He nodded. “We are very much doing that. Though there are some things that bring us good tidings and blessings to our marriage.”

You brought a hand to his thigh.

He closed his eyes and pressed his lips together at your touch.

“Is there anything we should accomplish or relish in specifically?”

His lashes fluttered against his cheeks before he looked at you once more. “We do have some time before a new day dawns. Before we allow the world, the people of Rome are told of our betrothal.”

“Yes. That is true, Geta.”

Taking ahold of your hand he slipped it into the folds of the fabrics he wore. You gasped as he brought you to his arousal.

Your fingers wrapped around his length.

A soft sound came from Geta’s lips.

You looked at him concern filled you.

“That feels as it should. I will show you.”

His breathing deepened and shorten. His much larger hand enveloped and guided yours.

Pleasure began to fill you as you felt as he appeared to grow within your hand. Passion had filled his face, his eyes were aflame.

“Geta, shall I lay down for you?” Though, you truly did not want to lay on the cold stone, and be like a common dog or animal. For him, you did not truly mind. You would always follow his lead, wherever it may take you.

“No, we shall stay here.”

He swallowed, another soft moan poured from his lips.

“It will be our tribute to the gods and goddess as close as we can.”

Your heart squeezed. It made the pleasure you were already feeling twist in an unexpected, pleasurable manner. He was growing more breathless.

Glancing down, seeing his hardness as it slid and move between your fingers and a soft sound escaped from you. You could remember how it felt inside of you.

His hand slipped from yours as his lips twisted into a smirk briefly. “You relish the sight of your emperor, your future husband?”

“Yes.” You swallowed. “You made me feel so good.”

Your fingers tightened before loosing and continuing to move up and down his length.

“Your body welcomed me as it should.” A smile appeared on his face. “I need to look upon my blossom.”

His hands easily, opened your stola. Your breasts, your body was bared to the cool air. Some of your curves were still cloaked by the fabric.

“Does it miss me?”

How he looked at you, made you tremble. Once again your fingers tightened around him. The sound that poured from his lips caused, a pleasurable ache once again to grow in you. It was a pleasure he brought to you. You could never imagine not knowing this pleasure given to you from him and the heavens above.

“Yes, Geta.”

His hand was warm as it rested on your thigh. “Open yourself to me.”

As you opened your thighs, you felt as your cheeks warmed. His hand easily slipped between your thighs. A moan softly, came from deep within you as you felt his finger tips merely graze you. You trembled and shifted on his lap.

“That’s my blossom.” He trembled as you felt his body tightened once again.

When you had felt him like this before while you lying as one, you had felt something. His seed had filled. You wondered if you would feel it now.

“Yes. Relish the pleasure.” You shook as you felt his fingers tease your opening.

You remembered how he had quicken his pace when he was above you. So you moved your hand as such.

“That feels so…” His voice trailed off, his body shook before straining against you. A moan poured from his lips.

You gasped as his seed spurted from him. Several ropes erupted from him, as he moaned and shook under you. His body jolt with each spurt. The sounds that came from him gave uou that pleasurable ache once more. His head tilted back. He closed his eyes, his chest was heaving.

“Geta?”

*************

He licked his lips as his heart thudded hard.

“Geta?” Your soft voice reached his ears.

Opening his eyes, he was met with concern awash on your face. His lips twitched with a smirk as he took you in.

“Blossom. Look at you, I have filled you with my seed and now I have covered you.”

He tilted his head to one side taking in the sight before him.

“I’m yours.”

Eyeing a cloth, on side table he easily snatched it up. Easily, he moved quickly and tidied you up. He tossed away the now soiled cloth.

“You are that.”

He could feel a fresh knot of passion tighten in him. How was he to avoid, being close with you before the ceremony. Looking you over, he swallowed.

He drew close. “Shall I touch you here? As you have touched me?” He made a soft thoughtful sound. “Would it make me weak?”

He felt a slight tremble come over you as he spoke. As you caught his eye, he could see the passion that burned in them.

“Geta, you will never be weak.”

“I cannot allow myself to be ensnared by passions even if it is with a woman who shall be my wife.”

You let a seriousness fall over you. “You make men whither with fear.”

Your breath caught as he drew his hand between the softness of your thighs.

“The man who had the desire to snuff out the flame that burns within you, cowered with fear.”

“That is true.”

He moved his hand so he cupped you. “Your mound, is beautiful like the rest of you. A soft temple of love and passion all for me.”

“It’s yours.”

He enjoying seeing how breathless you grew because of his touch. Remembering how you moved, sounded so he touched your little bud once again.

“Oh Geta.”

He heard you manage to say before a moan poured from your lips.

“So my fingers can make you feel good too?” He slowed his touch.

You trembled under his touch. Licking your lips, you nodded and whimpered. “Please, please;” You begged. It made the knot in his stomach tighter. “Don’t stop it feels so good.”

“Since you begged me so nicely.”

He watched, as he touched you more firmly like he had before. Your cheeks had a rosy flush and in the flickering flames your eyes shone with your passion.

You trembled and called out, a moan that caused him to bit his bottom lip. It was delicious to his ears.

You were soft and wilted in his arms like flower petals. He watched as you regained your breath, your eyes fluttered open. That feeling, you had brought to him was back. It almost stole his breath. He let his fingers graze the line of your jaw.

“And now, we shall retire for the night.”

You easily got up from his lap.

He adored watching how you fretted over your dress. Standing himself, he said easily pulled you close.

“I am grateful the gods brought us together. May they continue to bless the two of us in our coming union.”

“Yes. The gods have been kind, I send them my gratitude.”

*******

Geta, stopped and went to where he knew some bread was kept. With it in hand, he went over to alter for Vesta. Gathering, his clothes he knelt before. He was pleased to see the candles were alit and flickering. He ripped the pieces of the bread. He laid them down with lowered eyes and murmuring his appreciation of her and what she had planned for him and you.

Not long after he was pleased to see his guards were alert and stood, very straight outside the door of his chambers.

“Gallus. Can you go in and make sure no one is lurking in the shadows.”

“Yes, sire.”

*******

Once back in your room, you went to the window and knelt. Peering up at the crescent moon, you whispered your prayers to the powerful Luna, to grant you fertility in the coming marriage of Geta. You truly hoped you could take his seed. You laid a hand on your belly. Your imagination grew before you. A baby boy of his would look so beautiful. He would have his father’s strength.

Pleased with your prayers, you finally removed the pins and ribbons that held your hair in place. You placed them on the small table that also held your brush and strigil. In a transparent shift, you sighed as relaxation finally came over you. Going over to your bed, you pressed a kiss to the ring on your finger before crawling into the bed.

Moving till comfort finally found you, you let yourself melt into the blanket and pillow. Moments from the day shifted before you; the carriage ride to Dondas coming over to you and those last moments with Geta lingered. You could still feel his touch. With memory of him still fresh; sleep finally came over you.

******

Geta, glanced into his room as Gallus, walked in wide strides around the room. With a sharp turn, he came back to him.

“There is no one. May sleep bring the peace and rest that is needed.”

He nodded. “When the sky turns purple, please take some food and rest. I will want you near, later after the second meal.”

Gallus, clapped his chest and nodded. “Advised, sire.”

Once the door was closed, Geta relaxed. He stripper the last of his clothes. The cool air felt good on hid body. Walking to his balcony he looked out at the expanse of Rome, his Rome. He felt fantastic. Just as he was about to turn and retire to his bed. A flurry of feathers, black in nature settle near him. After some shaking and appearing to settle itself, he saw that it was a crow that had indeed decided to pay him a visit.

“Hello, mighty crow.” He tilted his head and looked at it. It did the same to him. He smiled and the crowd let out a loud cry.

“Thank you for your visit.” He paused, taking in the crow’s beauty. “I will show my gratitude and thankfulness at my alter.”

He glanced over at where he saw the crow, wanting to see it a final time and he did. He smiled. Shortly, afterward the crow shook its feathers and then easily took off into the night that was black as him. The moon barely gave any light tonight.

His excitement had calmed despite you so easily reigniting his passions. Lying down, echos of your pleasure echoed in his heart. You, were lovely and pleasing. You would give him the future of Rome that none other can give.

*******

You do not think there will ever be a day that passes, where you accustomed to life in the Domus of Geta and Caracalla. The bathing was just that more special with the oils that were so pleasing you felt as if you had become a flower yourself or how the ribbons, and curls were twined and twisted in your hair.

You paused by one of the larger columns, to take it all in. The sky was clear, sun’s warmth drifted in and the flowers that drew were flush with their freshness. Their scent making the air delightful. From where you hid, you watched people you had never even see before.

Taking a breath, you gathering yourself. Today was a new day, back in Rome. You could already feel how different it was from the country side.

Today, was your first day as the emperor’s betrothed. You had to take Aelia’s reassuring words given while she looped and twined your hair into a new look. You still did wonder where she had run off in such haste. Life was already so much busier here in Rome than in the country side.

Though, as you reflected back onto your betrothal with Geta, and your spirits already began to loft. It made any of your other thoughts of unease float away.

Feeling as a hand gave you the extra guidance you needed, you made your way to the Triclinium.

“My Blossom.” Geta stood from the sofa he had been reclining on, as you entered. A smile spread across his face.

He ushered you to the sofa beside him. “Plans are already being set in place.” He said once you sat down.

“Wonderful.”

A figure came in with a shadow shortly after you. You looked in the direction. It was Tertia, you had finally remembered her name. Your stomach knotted at the memory. Seeing her once again, did not bring you contentment.

Reaching, you grabbed a plush, and pleasing looking strawberry.

“Is there anything you wish to drink?” Her voice, intruded in your thoughts as you watched as she gave Geta his glass before turning her attention to you.

You were about to reply when Aelia, arrived. She looked flustered

“Yes, Aelia.” Geta took a sip from his glass. “Do you have news from any of the dispatches?”

“We have heard from your mother.” She turned and looked at you. You paused and didn’t take a second bite from strawberry you held. “Yes, we have heard from the village you were born in.”

Your heart quickened its pace.

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What the Emperor Wants

Part Fourteen

Summary: Passions arrive before tasks of marriage come to the Domus of Geta and Caracalla

Notes/Warnings: 18 & up👆🏻, Very smutty…& squint some angst & fluff!! A handjob, mentions of climax (female & male!) fingering, squint its exhibition since it takes place on a throne. Old, retro mentions/beliefs of old god/goddesses. Retro views of women.

❤️s, reblogs, comments & feedback are always welcome!

“Geta.” His name was your breath as you exhaled with the pleasure his lips brought you.

He glanced at you from around your hand.

You reached and gently, nestled your fingers to his short curls. They were rebellious from the hood that had tried to stifle them. Continuing to hold your wrist, he held you close as he continued to kiss your forearm, occasionally you’d feel his teeth.

“Who knew, the sweetest blossom in Rome could make me feel good just with a mere touch.” His voice had deepened.

“Being astride you, Geta such as this and the feel of your lips makes me feel great pleasure as well.” You kept running your fingers through the fiery curls.

He pressed his lip against your wrist before placing your hand back to where it belonged in your lap. His face grew serious, he looked off to a distance you could not see.

“Geta?”

“Leading up to our ceremony. We will have to be reasonable, chaste even in our relations.”

You had heard what was expected. You had seen of the marriage of one of your brothers and a cousin, and yet all of this was never what would imagined. You were left wondering what now was meant for her or the two of them.

“I will follow and do as you wish.”

His eyes moved back and looked at you. A smile curled his lips. His hand cupped your cheek. “I chose so wisely with you.”

“Thank you.” There was something you were curious about but you knew better now than to question him.

“Speak, blossom.” A soft edge entered his voice making it echo in the small throne area.

You took a breath. “Promise to not take my head.”

You said the words lightly, but there was a small snare of worry.

He rose an eyebrow. “For the moment.” His smile returned.

Good spirits continued to fill him, you mused.

“You have led us down our path. Why can’t we carry on such as that?”

He nodded. “We are very much doing that. Though there are some things that bring us good tidings and blessings to our marriage.”

You brought a hand to his thigh.

He closed his eyes and pressed his lips together at your touch.

“Is there anything we should accomplish or relish in specifically?”

His lashes fluttered against his cheeks before he looked at you once more. “We do have some time before a new day dawns. Before we allow the world, the people of Rome are told of our betrothal.”

“Yes. That is true, Geta.”

Taking ahold of your hand he slipped it into the folds of the fabrics he wore. You gasped as he brought you to his arousal.

Your fingers wrapped around his length.

A soft sound came from Geta’s lips.

You looked at him concern filled you.

“That feels as it should. I will show you.”

His breathing deepened and shorten. His much larger hand enveloped and guided yours.

Pleasure began to fill you as you felt as he appeared to grow within your hand. Passion had filled his face, his eyes were aflame.

“Geta, shall I lay down for you?” Though, you truly did not want to lay on the cold stone, and be like a common dog or animal. For him, you did not truly mind. You would always follow his lead, wherever it may take you.

“No, we shall stay here.”

He swallowed, another soft moan poured from his lips.

“It will be our tribute to the gods and goddess as close as we can.”

Your heart squeezed. It made the pleasure you were already feeling twist in an unexpected, pleasurable manner. He was growing more breathless.

Glancing down, seeing his hardness as it slid and move between your fingers and a soft sound escaped from you. You could remember how it felt inside of you.

His hand slipped from yours as his lips twisted into a smirk briefly. “You relish the sight of your emperor, your future husband?”

“Yes.” You swallowed. “You made me feel so good.”

Your fingers tightened before loosing and continuing to move up and down his length.

“Your body welcomed me as it should.” A smile appeared on his face. “I need to look upon my blossom.”

His hands easily, opened your stola. Your breasts, your body was bared to the cool air. Some of your curves were still cloaked by the fabric.

“Does it miss me?”

How he looked at you, made you tremble. Once again your fingers tightened around him. The sound that poured from his lips caused, a pleasurable ache once again to grow in you. It was a pleasure he brought to you. You could never imagine not knowing this pleasure given to you from him and the heavens above.

“Yes, Geta.”

His hand was warm as it rested on your thigh. “Open yourself to me.”

As you opened your thighs, you felt as your cheeks warmed. His hand easily slipped between your thighs. A moan softly, came from deep within you as you felt his finger tips merely graze you. You trembled and shifted on his lap.

“That’s my blossom.” He trembled as you felt his body tightened once again.

When you had felt him like this before while you lying as one, you had felt something. His seed had filled. You wondered if you would feel it now.

“Yes. Relish the pleasure.” You shook as you felt his fingers tease your opening.

You remembered how he had quicken his pace when he was above you. So you moved your hand as such.

“That feels so…” His voice trailed off, his body shook before straining against you. A moan poured from his lips.

You gasped as his seed spurted from him. Several ropes erupted from him, as he moaned and shook under you. His body jolt with each spurt. The sounds that came from him gave uou that pleasurable ache once more. His head tilted back. He closed his eyes, his chest was heaving.

“Geta?”

*************

He licked his lips as his heart thudded hard.

“Geta?” Your soft voice reached his ears.

Opening his eyes, he was met with concern awash on your face. His lips twitched with a smirk as he took you in.

“Blossom. Look at you, I have filled you with my seed and now I have covered you.”

He tilted his head to one side taking in the sight before him.

“I’m yours.”

Eyeing a cloth, on side table he easily snatched it up. Easily, he moved quickly and tidied you up. He tossed away the now soiled cloth.

“You are that.”

He could feel a fresh knot of passion tighten in him. How was he to avoid, being close with you before the ceremony. Looking you over, he swallowed.

He drew close. “Shall I touch you here? As you have touched me?” He made a soft thoughtful sound. “Would it make me weak?”

He felt a slight tremble come over you as he spoke. As you caught his eye, he could see the passion that burned in them.

“Geta, you will never be weak.”

“I cannot allow myself to be ensnared by passions even if it is with a woman who shall be my wife.”

You let a seriousness fall over you. “You make men whither with fear.”

Your breath caught as he drew his hand between the softness of your thighs.

“The man who had the desire to snuff out the flame that burns within you, cowered with fear.”

“That is true.”

He moved his hand so he cupped you. “Your mound, is beautiful like the rest of you. A soft temple of love and passion all for me.”

“It’s yours.”

He enjoying seeing how breathless you grew because of his touch. Remembering how you moved, sounded so he touched your little bud once again.

“Oh Geta.”

He heard you manage to say before a moan poured from your lips.

“So my fingers can make you feel good too?” He slowed his touch.

You trembled under his touch. Licking your lips, you nodded and whimpered. “Please, please;” You begged. It made the knot in his stomach tighter. “Don’t stop it feels so good.”

“Since you begged me so nicely.”

He watched, as he touched you more firmly like he had before. Your cheeks had a rosy flush and in the flickering flames your eyes shone with your passion.

You trembled and called out, a moan that caused him to bit his bottom lip. It was delicious to his ears.

You were soft and wilted in his arms like flower petals. He watched as you regained your breath, your eyes fluttered open. That feeling, you had brought to him was back. It almost stole his breath. He let his fingers graze the line of your jaw.

“And now, we shall retire for the night.”

You easily got up from his lap.

He adored watching how you fretted over your dress. Standing himself, he said easily pulled you close.

“I am grateful the gods brought us together. May they continue to bless the two of us in our coming union.”

“Yes. The gods have been kind, I send them my gratitude.”

*******

Geta, stopped and went to where he knew some bread was kept. With it in hand, he went over to alter for Vesta. Gathering, his clothes he knelt before. He was pleased to see the candles were alit and flickering. He ripped the pieces of the bread. He laid them down with lowered eyes and murmuring his appreciation of her and what she had planned for him and you.

Not long after he was pleased to see his guards were alert and stood, very straight outside the door of his chambers.

“Gallus. Can you go in and make sure no one is lurking in the shadows.”

“Yes, sire.”

*******

Once back in your room, you went to the window and knelt. Peering up at the crescent moon, you whispered your prayers to the powerful Luna, to grant you fertility in the coming marriage of Geta. You truly hoped you could take his seed. You laid a hand on your belly. Your imagination grew before you. A baby boy of his would look so beautiful. He would have his father’s strength.

Pleased with your prayers, you finally removed the pins and ribbons that held your hair in place. You placed them on the small table that also held your brush and strigil. In a transparent shift, you sighed as relaxation finally came over you. Going over to your bed, you pressed a kiss to the ring on your finger before crawling into the bed.

Moving till comfort finally found you, you let yourself melt into the blanket and pillow. Moments from the day shifted before you; the carriage ride to Dondas coming over to you and those last moments with Geta lingered. You could still feel his touch. With memory of him still fresh; sleep finally came over you.

******

Geta, glanced into his room as Gallus, walked in wide strides around the room. With a sharp turn, he came back to him.

“There is no one. May sleep bring the peace and rest that is needed.”

He nodded. “When the sky turns purple, please take some food and rest. I will want you near, later after the second meal.”

Gallus, clapped his chest and nodded. “Advised, sire.”

Once the door was closed, Geta relaxed. He stripper the last of his clothes. The cool air felt good on hid body. Walking to his balcony he looked out at the expanse of Rome, his Rome. He felt fantastic. Just as he was about to turn and retire to his bed. A flurry of feathers, black in nature settle near him. After some shaking and appearing to settle itself, he saw that it was a crow that had indeed decided to pay him a visit.

“Hello, mighty crow.” He tilted his head and looked at it. It did the same to him. He smiled and the crowd let out a loud cry.

“Thank you for your visit.” He paused, taking in the crow’s beauty. “I will show my gratitude and thankfulness at my alter.”

He glanced over at where he saw the crow, wanting to see it a final time and he did. He smiled. Shortly, afterward the crow shook its feathers and then easily took off into the night that was black as him. The moon barely gave any light tonight.

His excitement had calmed despite you so easily reigniting his passions. Lying down, echos of your pleasure echoed in his heart. You, were lovely and pleasing. You would give him the future of Rome that none other can give.

*******

You do not think there will ever be a day that passes, where you accustomed to life in the Domus of Geta and Caracalla. The bathing was just that more special with the oils that were so pleasing you felt as if you had become a flower yourself or how the ribbons, and curls were twined and twisted in your hair.

You paused by one of the larger columns, to take it all in. The sky was clear, sun’s warmth drifted in and the flowers that drew were flush with their freshness. Their scent making the air delightful. From where you hid, you watched people you had never even see before.

Taking a breath, you gathering yourself. Today was a new day, back in Rome. You could already feel how different it was from the country side.

Today, was your first day as the emperor’s betrothed. You had to take Aelia’s reassuring words given while she looped and twined your hair into a new look. You still did wonder where she had run off in such haste. Life was already so much busier here in Rome than in the country side.

Though, as you reflected back onto your betrothal with Geta, and your spirits already began to loft. It made any of your other thoughts of unease float away.

Feeling as a hand gave you the extra guidance you needed, you made your way to the Triclinium.

“My Blossom.” Geta stood from the sofa he had been reclining on, as you entered. A smile spread across his face.

He ushered you to the sofa beside him. “Plans are already being set in place.” He said once you sat down.

“Wonderful.”

A figure came in with a shadow shortly after you. You looked in the direction. It was Tertia, you had finally remembered her name. Your stomach knotted at the memory. Seeing her once again, did not bring you contentment.

Reaching, you grabbed a plush, and pleasing looking strawberry.

“Is there anything you wish to drink?” Her voice, intruded in your thoughts as you watched as she gave Geta his glass before turning her attention to you.

You were about to reply when Aelia, arrived. She looked flustered

“Yes, Aelia.” Geta took a sip from his glass. “Do you have news from any of the dispatches?”

“We have heard from your mother.” She turned and looked at you. You paused and didn’t take a second bite from strawberry you held. “Yes, we have heard from the village you were born in.”

Your heart quickened its pace.

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What the Emperor Wants

Part Fourteen

Summary: Passions arrive before tasks of marriage come to the Domus of Geta and Caracalla

Notes/Warnings: 18 & up👆🏻, Very smutty…& squint some angst & fluff!! A handjob, mentions of climax (female & male!) fingering, squint its exhibition since it takes place on a throne. Old, retro mentions/beliefs of old god/goddesses. Retro views of women.

❤️s, reblogs, comments & feedback are always welcome!

“Geta.” His name was your breath as you exhaled with the pleasure his lips brought you.

He glanced at you from around your hand.

You reached and gently, nestled your fingers to his short curls. They were rebellious from the hood that had tried to stifle them. Continuing to hold your wrist, he held you close as he continued to kiss your forearm, occasionally you’d feel his teeth.

“Who knew, the sweetest blossom in Rome could make me feel good just with a mere touch.” His voice had deepened.

“Being astride you, Geta such as this and the feel of your lips makes me feel great pleasure as well.” You kept running your fingers through the fiery curls.

He pressed his lip against your wrist before placing your hand back to where it belonged in your lap. His face grew serious, he looked off to a distance you could not see.

“Geta?”

“Leading up to our ceremony. We will have to be reasonable, chaste even in our relations.”

You had heard what was expected. You had seen of the marriage of one of your brothers and a cousin, and yet all of this was never what would imagined. You were left wondering what now was meant for her or the two of them.

“I will follow and do as you wish.”

His eyes moved back and looked at you. A smile curled his lips. His hand cupped your cheek. “I chose so wisely with you.”

“Thank you.” There was something you were curious about but you knew better now than to question him.

“Speak, blossom.” A soft edge entered his voice making it echo in the small throne area.

You took a breath. “Promise to not take my head.”

You said the words lightly, but there was a small snare of worry.

He rose an eyebrow. “For the moment.” His smile returned.

Good spirits continued to fill him, you mused.

“You have led us down our path. Why can’t we carry on such as that?”

He nodded. “We are very much doing that. Though there are some things that bring us good tidings and blessings to our marriage.”

You brought a hand to his thigh.

He closed his eyes and pressed his lips together at your touch.

“Is there anything we should accomplish or relish in specifically?”

His lashes fluttered against his cheeks before he looked at you once more. “We do have some time before a new day dawns. Before we allow the world, the people of Rome are told of our betrothal.”

“Yes. That is true, Geta.”

Taking ahold of your hand he slipped it into the folds of the fabrics he wore. You gasped as he brought you to his arousal.

Your fingers wrapped around his length.

A soft sound came from Geta’s lips.

You looked at him concern filled you.

“That feels as it should. I will show you.”

His breathing deepened and shorten. His much larger hand enveloped and guided yours.

Pleasure began to fill you as you felt as he appeared to grow within your hand. Passion had filled his face, his eyes were aflame.

“Geta, shall I lay down for you?” Though, you truly did not want to lay on the cold stone, and be like a common dog or animal. For him, you did not truly mind. You would always follow his lead, wherever it may take you.

“No, we shall stay here.”

He swallowed, another soft moan poured from his lips.

“It will be our tribute to the gods and goddess as close as we can.”

Your heart squeezed. It made the pleasure you were already feeling twist in an unexpected, pleasurable manner. He was growing more breathless.

Glancing down, seeing his hardness as it slid and move between your fingers and a soft sound escaped from you. You could remember how it felt inside of you.

His hand slipped from yours as his lips twisted into a smirk briefly. “You relish the sight of your emperor, your future husband?”

“Yes.” You swallowed. “You made me feel so good.”

Your fingers tightened before loosing and continuing to move up and down his length.

“Your body welcomed me as it should.” A smile appeared on his face. “I need to look upon my blossom.”

His hands easily, opened your stola. Your breasts, your body was bared to the cool air. Some of your curves were still cloaked by the fabric.

“Does it miss me?”

How he looked at you, made you tremble. Once again your fingers tightened around him. The sound that poured from his lips caused, a pleasurable ache once again to grow in you. It was a pleasure he brought to you. You could never imagine not knowing this pleasure given to you from him and the heavens above.

“Yes, Geta.”

His hand was warm as it rested on your thigh. “Open yourself to me.”

As you opened your thighs, you felt as your cheeks warmed. His hand easily slipped between your thighs. A moan softly, came from deep within you as you felt his finger tips merely graze you. You trembled and shifted on his lap.

“That’s my blossom.” He trembled as you felt his body tightened once again.

When you had felt him like this before while you lying as one, you had felt something. His seed had filled. You wondered if you would feel it now.

“Yes. Relish the pleasure.” You shook as you felt his fingers tease your opening.

You remembered how he had quicken his pace when he was above you. So you moved your hand as such.

“That feels so…” His voice trailed off, his body shook before straining against you. A moan poured from his lips.

You gasped as his seed spurted from him. Several ropes erupted from him, as he moaned and shook under you. His body jolt with each spurt. The sounds that came from him gave uou that pleasurable ache once more. His head tilted back. He closed his eyes, his chest was heaving.

“Geta?”

*************

He licked his lips as his heart thudded hard.

“Geta?” Your soft voice reached his ears.

Opening his eyes, he was met with concern awash on your face. His lips twitched with a smirk as he took you in.

“Blossom. Look at you, I have filled you with my seed and now I have covered you.”

He tilted his head to one side taking in the sight before him.

“I’m yours.”

Eyeing a cloth, on side table he easily snatched it up. Easily, he moved quickly and tidied you up. He tossed away the now soiled cloth.

“You are that.”

He could feel a fresh knot of passion tighten in him. How was he to avoid, being close with you before the ceremony. Looking you over, he swallowed.

He drew close. “Shall I touch you here? As you have touched me?” He made a soft thoughtful sound. “Would it make me weak?”

He felt a slight tremble come over you as he spoke. As you caught his eye, he could see the passion that burned in them.

“Geta, you will never be weak.”

“I cannot allow myself to be ensnared by passions even if it is with a woman who shall be my wife.”

You let a seriousness fall over you. “You make men whither with fear.”

Your breath caught as he drew his hand between the softness of your thighs.

“The man who had the desire to snuff out the flame that burns within you, cowered with fear.”

“That is true.”

He moved his hand so he cupped you. “Your mound, is beautiful like the rest of you. A soft temple of love and passion all for me.”

“It’s yours.”

He enjoying seeing how breathless you grew because of his touch. Remembering how you moved, sounded so he touched your little bud once again.

“Oh Geta.”

He heard you manage to say before a moan poured from your lips.

“So my fingers can make you feel good too?” He slowed his touch.

You trembled under his touch. Licking your lips, you nodded and whimpered. “Please, please;” You begged. It made the knot in his stomach tighter. “Don’t stop it feels so good.”

“Since you begged me so nicely.”

He watched, as he touched you more firmly like he had before. Your cheeks had a rosy flush and in the flickering flames your eyes shone with your passion.

You trembled and called out, a moan that caused him to bit his bottom lip. It was delicious to his ears.

You were soft and wilted in his arms like flower petals. He watched as you regained your breath, your eyes fluttered open. That feeling, you had brought to him was back. It almost stole his breath. He let his fingers graze the line of your jaw.

“And now, we shall retire for the night.”

You easily got up from his lap.

He adored watching how you fretted over your dress. Standing himself, he said easily pulled you close.

“I am grateful the gods brought us together. May they continue to bless the two of us in our coming union.”

“Yes. The gods have been kind, I send them my gratitude.”

*******

Geta, stopped and went to where he knew some bread was kept. With it in hand, he went over to alter for Vesta. Gathering, his clothes he knelt before. He was pleased to see the candles were alit and flickering. He ripped the pieces of the bread. He laid them down with lowered eyes and murmuring his appreciation of her and what she had planned for him and you.

Not long after he was pleased to see his guards were alert and stood, very straight outside the door of his chambers.

“Gallus. Can you go in and make sure no one is lurking in the shadows.”

“Yes, sire.”

*******

Once back in your room, you went to the window and knelt. Peering up at the crescent moon, you whispered your prayers to the powerful Luna, to grant you fertility in the coming marriage of Geta. You truly hoped you could take his seed. You laid a hand on your belly. Your imagination grew before you. A baby boy of his would look so beautiful. He would have his father’s strength.

Pleased with your prayers, you finally removed the pins and ribbons that held your hair in place. You placed them on the small table that also held your brush and strigil. In a transparent shift, you sighed as relaxation finally came over you. Going over to your bed, you pressed a kiss to the ring on your finger before crawling into the bed.

Moving till comfort finally found you, you let yourself melt into the blanket and pillow. Moments from the day shifted before you; the carriage ride to Dondas coming over to you and those last moments with Geta lingered. You could still feel his touch. With memory of him still fresh; sleep finally came over you.

******

Geta, glanced into his room as Gallus, walked in wide strides around the room. With a sharp turn, he came back to him.

“There is no one. May sleep bring the peace and rest that is needed.”

He nodded. “When the sky turns purple, please take some food and rest. I will want you near, later after the second meal.”

Gallus, clapped his chest and nodded. “Advised, sire.”

Once the door was closed, Geta relaxed. He stripper the last of his clothes. The cool air felt good on hid body. Walking to his balcony he looked out at the expanse of Rome, his Rome. He felt fantastic. Just as he was about to turn and retire to his bed. A flurry of feathers, black in nature settle near him. After some shaking and appearing to settle itself, he saw that it was a crow that had indeed decided to pay him a visit.

“Hello, mighty crow.” He tilted his head and looked at it. It did the same to him. He smiled and the crowd let out a loud cry.

“Thank you for your visit.” He paused, taking in the crow’s beauty. “I will show my gratitude and thankfulness at my alter.”

He glanced over at where he saw the crow, wanting to see it a final time and he did. He smiled. Shortly, afterward the crow shook its feathers and then easily took off into the night that was black as him. The moon barely gave any light tonight.

His excitement had calmed despite you so easily reigniting his passions. Lying down, echos of your pleasure echoed in his heart. You, were lovely and pleasing. You would give him the future of Rome that none other can give.

*******

You do not think there will ever be a day that passes, where you accustomed to life in the Domus of Geta and Caracalla. The bathing was just that more special with the oils that were so pleasing you felt as if you had become a flower yourself or how the ribbons, and curls were twined and twisted in your hair.

You paused by one of the larger columns, to take it all in. The sky was clear, sun’s warmth drifted in and the flowers that drew were flush with their freshness. Their scent making the air delightful. From where you hid, you watched people you had never even see before.

Taking a breath, you gathering yourself. Today was a new day, back in Rome. You could already feel how different it was from the country side.

Today, was your first day as the emperor’s betrothed. You had to take Aelia’s reassuring words given while she looped and twined your hair into a new look. You still did wonder where she had run off in such haste. Life was already so much busier here in Rome than in the country side.

Though, as you reflected back onto your betrothal with Geta, and your spirits already began to loft. It made any of your other thoughts of unease float away.

Feeling as a hand gave you the extra guidance you needed, you made your way to the Triclinium.

“My Blossom.” Geta stood from the sofa he had been reclining on, as you entered. A smile spread across his face.

He ushered you to the sofa beside him. “Plans are already being set in place.” He said once you sat down.

“Wonderful.”

A figure came in with a shadow shortly after you. You looked in the direction. It was Tertia, you had finally remembered her name. Your stomach knotted at the memory. Seeing her once again, did not bring you contentment.

Reaching, you grabbed a plush, and pleasing looking strawberry.

“Is there anything you wish to drink?” Her voice, intruded in your thoughts as you watched as she gave Geta his glass before turning her attention to you.

You were about to reply when Aelia, arrived. She looked flustered

“Yes, Aelia.” Geta took a sip from his glass. “Do you have news from any of the dispatches?”

“We have heard from your mother.” She turned and looked at you. You paused and didn’t take a second bite from strawberry you held. “Yes, we have heard from the village you were born in.”

Your heart quickened its pace.

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What the Emperor Wants

Part Thirteen

Summary: New developments after Geta proposes to reader. The past is remembered.

Warning/Notes: Angst, fluff, Screaming (Caracalla is upset!) dated views of people, wounds & religion.

Bacchus is the god of fertility, wine & revelry.

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“Yes, yes Geta I will be honored to be your wife.”

Once again, you felt as his lips brushed over your knuckle. It caused a flutter, a very pleasing flutter in your heart as he slipped an iron band onto your finger.

“I give you this, a betrothal ring.”

As he held your hand as his eyes met yours and you held his hand in return.

His words, may have come from the heavens above but his eyes were soft as fresh earth on a summer’s day. He was there grounded to terra with you.

******

Once the villa became aware of his betrothal to you; it felt like a storm of preparation was passing through. Geta began making arrangements. Not to be a distraction to anyone, you made your way back to your room.

You had seen him once before this determined. It had been your second time ever in the royal box, Nadia was still ill. You were her replacement and terribly nervous.

Though, one of his personal gladiators received a mortal wound. When it happened an instrument of harm flew from his grasp and it struck a senator. It was the later that had rankled him. With a flick of his wrist and the gladiator had been dispatched. With this memory, you were struck with the realization that the same senator that had been hurt was the one who had put on quite a show of disapproval to you being in attendance of their session.

Through all of the activity Aelia, remained calm and composed. You were grateful for her calm nature and steadfastness over the news.

You managed to make it to your room, with little fuss as the entire villa felt as if it hummed and buzzed like the bees, the people in your village had kept. You did not linger, or bother anyone. As a child, you had learned to not bother the hive. One could get stung, this time however you were afraid, you’d get stung and realize you were asleep and this had been some wild dream from the gods.

It was quiet, though your heart had kept its steady beat. Going to the small speculum, you eyed your appearance. You held up your wrist that was still adorned by the bracelet, then you held up your hand with the ring. It had truly happened. Geta, had proposed to you.

Being an empress more would adorn you. Geta himself wore a bit. It made him all the more pleasing to the eye. Though you’d be false to yourself if you did not find it pleasing in how he appeared before the jewelry or the powders to make him appear more like a god.

*******

He felt free, making a decision for himself. It caused happiness to fill him.

From afar, he had kept an eye on you. He watched you move, how you smiled. Hearing how you spoke it reminded him of the poetry he used to lose himself in reading. He missed the days where he could disappear to read or take in a good performance or look upon art.

When Caracalla began to exude problems with his illness, those fancies were squashed. No longer could he just do what called to him. Though the thirst of a good fight in the arena was something that entertained the both of them. It kept, Caracalla smiling or at the least shift him away from one his darker spells. Enjoying those fights more often had brought you to him.

Its a long time since he followed his own impulses. Been too long in his opinion. He was first born, he was allowed this. You made him feel close to the exhilaration of knowing a new providence would be under the rising and setting of the Roman sun or when a favorite gladiator won.

********

Reaching into the folds of the beautiful fabrics, you removed a sprig of Rosemary. You brought it to your nose and smiled. It was refreshing.

The sun as vivid as Geta’s hair; began to touch the horizon you wondered if a letter was sent to your village. Your village where you last embraced, held hands with your mother or where you knelt and hugged your younger brother. Your older brothers and father had already crossed the river styx.

She would have loved to know her daughter would be an empress. If she had gone to be with her husband and other sons, you promised in your heart you’d be reunited. You’d happily tell her of how grand and large Rome truly is. And with great pleasure you’d tell her what it was like to meet his sire, emperor Geta and how he decided to make you his empress.

You murmured a soft prayer of gratitude. All you knew was, Venus and Psyche must truly be blessing and guiding yours and his hearts.

The creak of your door, brought you from your musings. Glancing, you saw Aelia. You smiled and rose from where you sat and went over to her. You tucked the rosemary away. When you saw the edge that her face had taken, how stoney her eyes were you paused. You had only seen her this sharp when uou questioned Geta.

Your heart squeezed, painfully.

“Aelia? Is there something wrong? Are you ill?” Your eyes grew at the mere passing of the thought. “Has Geta become ill?”

“No.”

She reached and grabbed you. Turning your face upwards to her. You did not resist. Fear had taken ahold.

“Are you enchantress? Do you cast spells?”

“No. Why?” You trembled.

“His sire, my sire Geta is to marry you. He has become besotted with you. He has become capricious.”

“He has?”

You always heard, his temper could be sudden and as sharp as the mighty and powerful Jupiter. You had seen touches. But you had also heard and seen that he could be just like Bacchus as well.

“Yes. He has never spoke of marriage. He has never been so impulsive that he would send one of the Praetorian Guard.”

“You rescued me from him last night.”

Her hand on you tightened, you winced.

“I know how they can be. I am no beast.”

“Thank you.” You exhaled.

“So what has come over him. Could it be from that knife’s blade? The one that drew his life’s blood?” Her eyes never left yours.

“Aelia, I am sure it could not. But I am just me. I know no spells.”

You learned from Geta to not look away. However, in this moment you wished you could. How she looked at you, hurt.

“The sun always rises as the moon settles away. Those two are never as radiant as they are when they are alone in the sky. That is I.” You paused and swallowed. “I do. I don’t know how else to truly be. My father said, one day it may cost me my head but believe me when I say, I do care for him, Geta. I do.”

You echo. A warmth came over you as you spoke of him.

“I heard only of stories that our gods or how my father and mother were when they shared a smile, or laid a weathered hand on the other.”

Her hand finally released you.

“I hope your beautifully woven words are true. I will stand by you and help you into this new journey where and when I can.”

She promised.

“Thank you, Aelia. Thank you.”

*******

Clad in a dark and heavy cloaks with the cover of the night, the carriages pulled up to the expansive royal domus. With time away, you were reminded of how big it was.

You were lowering your hood, when you heard steady and concurred foot falls of some guards accompanied by the softer but still determined foot falls of a pair of bare feet. Looking up, you saw a very grumpy, sleep rumpled Caracalla. He was wrapped messily in a white sheet. Dondas, his little monkey held onto the sheet as he moved fairly steadily towards the two of you. Geta was beside you, lowering his hood.

“You left me!” He hollered.

You took a step back.

“I’m sorry. Needed to clear my head.” Geta said softly as he stepped closer to his brother.

“You should have told me!”

You dared to look their way. You noticed tears had wet his eyes.

“I figured it would be good for you to be away from your big brother for a little while.” He stepped even closer. “I’m sure it gave you a chance to throw a wild party or two.” He rose his eyebrows and a smile played on his lips.

He chuckled then. A smile finally cracked his mouth. “I did. They were fantastic. I will have to throw another since you’ve returned.”

“We’ll see.”

They embraced. Dondas, hopped down then and made some happy sounds.

You debated about leaving to your room, you didn’t want to disrupt his good mood. You began to unfasten the cloak.

“You brought her back.”

Your fingers stilled on your cloak.

His voice, was sharp and it cut through the room. Glancing over, you saw as he struggled away from Geta’s grasp. Easily, he freed himself, quickly he was where you stood.

“The messages were not false then.” His expression turned sour.

Before you could react, he had grabbed your hand where the iron band encircled your finger.

“You plan on marrying, marrying this…” He spat out, as he tugged on your hand.

“Brother, I have told you to watch your tongue around her.” He easily closed the distance, he placed a hand on his shoulder.

His hand was warm, as if flushed with a fever as he shook it to let you go as if it had gotten stuck.

That’s when you noticed Dondas.

“I don’t care what you say…” He shrieked.

His eyes were wild, his voice grew sharp once again. Yet his words faded to silence as Dondas walked over to you.

“Get away from her, she’ll hurt you.”

You frowned at his words. You couldn’t imagine hurting anything.

Dondas looked back at him. He let go of your hand to clap and smiled at his little monkey, bending gently towards it. As part of his sheet slipped he pushed it back onto his shoulder.

Dondas, looked back at you tilting her head to one side. Then on her little feet, you saw her exhibit only a few times she went over you, easily climbing up your cloak. She skittered and squeaked close to your ear. You glanced at her and smiled. You could feel as her little feet held onto the fabric before there was a little jump and she landed between the two of you again.

She bowed her head and soon scampered over to Caracalla, and easily climbed up the sheet. Then she appeared to settle and perch herself on his shoulder. It was her special place to be; when she wasn’t on Caracalla’s man servant’s shoulder.

Blinking, you attempted to look at Caracalla and then at Geta. Caracalla had frowned. His brow creased as he brought up a ringed finger to his lips before mumbling something and then walked back in the direction of his rooms.

One the servants with a swish and a flowery air appeared with a glass of wine in an outstretched hand to Geta.

He glanced, nodding and took it. He gestured to you. “She may want a glass as well. You will be serving, myself, Caracalla and our soon to be empress.”

She glanced at you. You had replaced her in the royal box, when she had taken ill. Not many words had been exchanged between you. She brought drying cloths when you took your first bath here.

“Yes, a glass would be very nice after the journey we had.” You said softly.

She moved as expected. Which felt odd since it was directed at you. You would have to get used to this as well.

They turned back to Geta.

“If you show any disrespect, I will have your head.”

“No words nor disrespect will come from me sire.”

“Good. Now get her glass.”

There was some clinking of a new glass, the liquid being poured and she was in front of you. You gladly took it.

He made a dismissive gesture. “Help in the kitchen where you are needed. Tell those there and the others, I will need their attendance ante meridiem after I have finished my first meal.”

“Yes, sire.”

Geta, then turned to Aelia. “Aelia, I will be relying on you to make certain all this planning will go as it should.”

“Yes, as you wish Geta.”

“I know, it will be a great undertaking. I have sent a letter to my mother. Let me know when there is a response.”

“I will work as hard as always. And I will surely tell you.”

“Thank you. Now, you may retire. I will see you when the sun is high in the sky.”

“Yes, Geta when the sun is high in the sky.”

*******

After Geta dismissed the guards and you were alone with Geta, the sensation of butterflies flapping in your belly began once again. In the carriage, you had been too caught up looking out of the windows and sleep had once again claimed you in the steading rolling and bumping of the wheels on the road.

The wine you had sipped did little to calm the sensation. Finally finishing the glass and all it did was move with waves that rose and fell in you. The butterfly wings had calmed only to replaced with what felt like a storm coming to water.

With a flurry of fabric, and small metallic rattle echoed as a little more his cloak fell the grown. Softly, wrapped clothes were still woven around his body. The magnificent of the colors he wore brightened the room.

Geta went and sat amidst the eagles that were finally carved on his throne. You heard as he sighed. “Come here.” He motioned to you.

You came over, and knelt at his feet.

“Remove that.” He motioned to the cloak you still wore. “Sit with me.”

You glanced around.

“I don’t want you there, if I did I would have said so.” He patted his lap. “I want you here.”

There was some shifting around but you both found a comfortable way to sit, you found yourself astride his lap.

A fuzzy warmth came over you. Perhaps the wine finally was calming you.

“The next few days will be very busy.” Sitting back a little, he rubbed his temples.

You tried to say something but the words would not come. They all felt foolish or you knew he knew so why even say them. You tried to give him a look of support.

His eyes met yours.

“What is fighting in you, blossom?”

“I want to assure you, I am here whenever the need will arise but you know this. I feel silly to echo what you already know.”

You shifted a little on him.

“It is still nice to hear, especially when it comes from your lips.”

He brought his hands down. It felt as if some of his tension was leaving him. Sitting a little more erect, he licked as his bottom lip as his thighs bumped you.

“Then, Geta my emperor, my future husband.” A smile came over you, a the familiar warmth he gave you heightened . “I am here for whenever you need me.”

“Without ever being your husband, I would have needed you.”

His words made you tremble.

“Oh, Geta.” You whispered.

Hmm, he made a sound as if he was in thought.

Grabbing your hand, just where the bracelet laid; his nose grazed your soft skin there. You inhaled though as you felt his mouth, a soft sound poured from your lips

“You’re so soft.”

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What the Emperor Wants

Part Thirteen

Summary: New developments after Geta proposes to reader. The past is remembered.

Warning/Notes: Angst, fluff, Screaming (Caracalla is upset!) dated views of people, wounds & religion.

Bacchus is the god of fertility, wine & revelry.

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“Yes, yes Geta I will be honored to be your wife.”

Once again, you felt as his lips brushed over your knuckle. It caused a flutter, a very pleasing flutter in your heart as he slipped an iron band onto your finger.

“I give you this, a betrothal ring.”

As he held your hand as his eyes met yours and you held his hand in return.

His words, may have come from the heavens above but his eyes were soft as fresh earth on a summer’s day. He was there grounded to terra with you.

******

Once the villa became aware of his betrothal to you; it felt like a storm of preparation was passing through. Geta began making arrangements. Not to be a distraction to anyone, you made your way back to your room.

You had seen him once before this determined. It had been your second time ever in the royal box, Nadia was still ill. You were her replacement and terribly nervous.

Though, one of his personal gladiators received a mortal wound. When it happened an instrument of harm flew from his grasp and it struck a senator. It was the later that had rankled him. With a flick of his wrist and the gladiator had been dispatched. With this memory, you were struck with the realization that the same senator that had been hurt was the one who had put on quite a show of disapproval to you being in attendance of their session.

Through all of the activity Aelia, remained calm and composed. You were grateful for her calm nature and steadfastness over the news.

You managed to make it to your room, with little fuss as the entire villa felt as if it hummed and buzzed like the bees, the people in your village had kept. You did not linger, or bother anyone. As a child, you had learned to not bother the hive. One could get stung, this time however you were afraid, you’d get stung and realize you were asleep and this had been some wild dream from the gods.

It was quiet, though your heart had kept its steady beat. Going to the small speculum, you eyed your appearance. You held up your wrist that was still adorned by the bracelet, then you held up your hand with the ring. It had truly happened. Geta, had proposed to you.

Being an empress more would adorn you. Geta himself wore a bit. It made him all the more pleasing to the eye. Though you’d be false to yourself if you did not find it pleasing in how he appeared before the jewelry or the powders to make him appear more like a god.

*******

He felt free, making a decision for himself. It caused happiness to fill him.

From afar, he had kept an eye on you. He watched you move, how you smiled. Hearing how you spoke it reminded him of the poetry he used to lose himself in reading. He missed the days where he could disappear to read or take in a good performance or look upon art.

When Caracalla began to exude problems with his illness, those fancies were squashed. No longer could he just do what called to him. Though the thirst of a good fight in the arena was something that entertained the both of them. It kept, Caracalla smiling or at the least shift him away from one his darker spells. Enjoying those fights more often had brought you to him.

Its a long time since he followed his own impulses. Been too long in his opinion. He was first born, he was allowed this. You made him feel close to the exhilaration of knowing a new providence would be under the rising and setting of the Roman sun or when a favorite gladiator won.

********

Reaching into the folds of the beautiful fabrics, you removed a sprig of Rosemary. You brought it to your nose and smiled. It was refreshing.

The sun as vivid as Geta’s hair; began to touch the horizon you wondered if a letter was sent to your village. Your village where you last embraced, held hands with your mother or where you knelt and hugged your younger brother. Your older brothers and father had already crossed the river styx.

She would have loved to know her daughter would be an empress. If she had gone to be with her husband and other sons, you promised in your heart you’d be reunited. You’d happily tell her of how grand and large Rome truly is. And with great pleasure you’d tell her what it was like to meet his sire, emperor Geta and how he decided to make you his empress.

You murmured a soft prayer of gratitude. All you knew was, Venus and Psyche must truly be blessing and guiding yours and his hearts.

The creak of your door, brought you from your musings. Glancing, you saw Aelia. You smiled and rose from where you sat and went over to her. You tucked the rosemary away. When you saw the edge that her face had taken, how stoney her eyes were you paused. You had only seen her this sharp when uou questioned Geta.

Your heart squeezed, painfully.

“Aelia? Is there something wrong? Are you ill?” Your eyes grew at the mere passing of the thought. “Has Geta become ill?”

“No.”

She reached and grabbed you. Turning your face upwards to her. You did not resist. Fear had taken ahold.

“Are you enchantress? Do you cast spells?”

“No. Why?” You trembled.

“His sire, my sire Geta is to marry you. He has become besotted with you. He has become capricious.”

“He has?”

You always heard, his temper could be sudden and as sharp as the mighty and powerful Jupiter. You had seen touches. But you had also heard and seen that he could be just like Bacchus as well.

“Yes. He has never spoke of marriage. He has never been so impulsive that he would send one of the Praetorian Guard.”

“You rescued me from him last night.”

Her hand on you tightened, you winced.

“I know how they can be. I am no beast.”

“Thank you.” You exhaled.

“So what has come over him. Could it be from that knife’s blade? The one that drew his life’s blood?” Her eyes never left yours.

“Aelia, I am sure it could not. But I am just me. I know no spells.”

You learned from Geta to not look away. However, in this moment you wished you could. How she looked at you, hurt.

“The sun always rises as the moon settles away. Those two are never as radiant as they are when they are alone in the sky. That is I.” You paused and swallowed. “I do. I don’t know how else to truly be. My father said, one day it may cost me my head but believe me when I say, I do care for him, Geta. I do.”

You echo. A warmth came over you as you spoke of him.

“I heard only of stories that our gods or how my father and mother were when they shared a smile, or laid a weathered hand on the other.”

Her hand finally released you.

“I hope your beautifully woven words are true. I will stand by you and help you into this new journey where and when I can.”

She promised.

“Thank you, Aelia. Thank you.”

*******

Clad in a dark and heavy cloaks with the cover of the night, the carriages pulled up to the expansive royal domus. With time away, you were reminded of how big it was.

You were lowering your hood, when you heard steady and concurred foot falls of some guards accompanied by the softer but still determined foot falls of a pair of bare feet. Looking up, you saw a very grumpy, sleep rumpled Caracalla. He was wrapped messily in a white sheet. Dondas, his little monkey held onto the sheet as he moved fairly steadily towards the two of you. Geta was beside you, lowering his hood.

“You left me!” He hollered.

You took a step back.

“I’m sorry. Needed to clear my head.” Geta said softly as he stepped closer to his brother.

“You should have told me!”

You dared to look their way. You noticed tears had wet his eyes.

“I figured it would be good for you to be away from your big brother for a little while.” He stepped even closer. “I’m sure it gave you a chance to throw a wild party or two.” He rose his eyebrows and a smile played on his lips.

He chuckled then. A smile finally cracked his mouth. “I did. They were fantastic. I will have to throw another since you’ve returned.”

“We’ll see.”

They embraced. Dondas, hopped down then and made some happy sounds.

You debated about leaving to your room, you didn’t want to disrupt his good mood. You began to unfasten the cloak.

“You brought her back.”

Your fingers stilled on your cloak.

His voice, was sharp and it cut through the room. Glancing over, you saw as he struggled away from Geta’s grasp. Easily, he freed himself, quickly he was where you stood.

“The messages were not false then.” His expression turned sour.

Before you could react, he had grabbed your hand where the iron band encircled your finger.

“You plan on marrying, marrying this…” He spat out, as he tugged on your hand.

“Brother, I have told you to watch your tongue around her.” He easily closed the distance, he placed a hand on his shoulder.

His hand was warm, as if flushed with a fever as he shook it to let you go as if it had gotten stuck.

That’s when you noticed Dondas.

“I don’t care what you say…” He shrieked.

His eyes were wild, his voice grew sharp once again. Yet his words faded to silence as Dondas walked over to you.

“Get away from her, she’ll hurt you.”

You frowned at his words. You couldn’t imagine hurting anything.

Dondas looked back at him. He let go of your hand to clap and smiled at his little monkey, bending gently towards it. As part of his sheet slipped he pushed it back onto his shoulder.

Dondas, looked back at you tilting her head to one side. Then on her little feet, you saw her exhibit only a few times she went over you, easily climbing up your cloak. She skittered and squeaked close to your ear. You glanced at her and smiled. You could feel as her little feet held onto the fabric before there was a little jump and she landed between the two of you again.

She bowed her head and soon scampered over to Caracalla, and easily climbed up the sheet. Then she appeared to settle and perch herself on his shoulder. It was her special place to be; when she wasn’t on Caracalla’s man servant’s shoulder.

Blinking, you attempted to look at Caracalla and then at Geta. Caracalla had frowned. His brow creased as he brought up a ringed finger to his lips before mumbling something and then walked back in the direction of his rooms.

One the servants with a swish and a flowery air appeared with a glass of wine in an outstretched hand to Geta.

He glanced, nodding and took it. He gestured to you. “She may want a glass as well. You will be serving, myself, Caracalla and our soon to be empress.”

She glanced at you. You had replaced her in the royal box, when she had taken ill. Not many words had been exchanged between you. She brought drying cloths when you took your first bath here.

“Yes, a glass would be very nice after the journey we had.” You said softly.

She moved as expected. Which felt odd since it was directed at you. You would have to get used to this as well.

They turned back to Geta.

“If you show any disrespect, I will have your head.”

“No words nor disrespect will come from me sire.”

“Good. Now get her glass.”

There was some clinking of a new glass, the liquid being poured and she was in front of you. You gladly took it.

He made a dismissive gesture. “Help in the kitchen where you are needed. Tell those there and the others, I will need their attendance ante meridiem after I have finished my first meal.”

“Yes, sire.”

Geta, then turned to Aelia. “Aelia, I will be relying on you to make certain all this planning will go as it should.”

“Yes, as you wish Geta.”

“I know, it will be a great undertaking. I have sent a letter to my mother. Let me know when there is a response.”

“I will work as hard as always. And I will surely tell you.”

“Thank you. Now, you may retire. I will see you when the sun is high in the sky.”

“Yes, Geta when the sun is high in the sky.”

*******

After Geta dismissed the guards and you were alone with Geta, the sensation of butterflies flapping in your belly began once again. In the carriage, you had been too caught up looking out of the windows and sleep had once again claimed you in the steading rolling and bumping of the wheels on the road.

The wine you had sipped did little to calm the sensation. Finally finishing the glass and all it did was move with waves that rose and fell in you. The butterfly wings had calmed only to replaced with what felt like a storm coming to water.

With a flurry of fabric, and small metallic rattle echoed as a little more his cloak fell the grown. Softly, wrapped clothes were still woven around his body. The magnificent of the colors he wore brightened the room.

Geta went and sat amidst the eagles that were finally carved on his throne. You heard as he sighed. “Come here.” He motioned to you.

You came over, and knelt at his feet.

“Remove that.” He motioned to the cloak you still wore. “Sit with me.”

You glanced around.

“I don’t want you there, if I did I would have said so.” He patted his lap. “I want you here.”

There was some shifting around but you both found a comfortable way to sit, you found yourself astride his lap.

A fuzzy warmth came over you. Perhaps the wine finally was calming you.

“The next few days will be very busy.” Sitting back a little, he rubbed his temples.

You tried to say something but the words would not come. They all felt foolish or you knew he knew so why even say them. You tried to give him a look of support.

His eyes met yours.

“What is fighting in you, blossom?”

“I want to assure you, I am here whenever the need will arise but you know this. I feel silly to echo what you already know.”

You shifted a little on him.

“It is still nice to hear, especially when it comes from your lips.”

He brought his hands down. It felt as if some of his tension was leaving him. Sitting a little more erect, he licked as his bottom lip as his thighs bumped you.

“Then, Geta my emperor, my future husband.” A smile came over you, a the familiar warmth he gave you heightened . “I am here for whenever you need me.”

“Without ever being your husband, I would have needed you.”

His words made you tremble.

“Oh, Geta.” You whispered.

Hmm, he made a sound as if he was in thought.

Grabbing your hand, just where the bracelet laid; his nose grazed your soft skin there. You inhaled though as you felt his mouth, a soft sound poured from your lips

“You’re so soft.”

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What the Emperor Wants

Part Thirteen

Summary: New developments after Geta proposes to reader. The past is remembered.

Warning/Notes: Angst, fluff, Screaming (Caracalla is upset!) dated views of people, wounds & religion.

Bacchus is the god of fertility, wine & revelry.

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“Yes, yes Geta I will be honored to be your wife.”

Once again, you felt as his lips brushed over your knuckle. It caused a flutter, a very pleasing flutter in your heart as he slipped an iron band onto your finger.

“I give you this, a betrothal ring.”

As he held your hand as his eyes met yours and you held his hand in return.

His words, may have come from the heavens above but his eyes were soft as fresh earth on a summer’s day. He was there grounded to terra with you.

******

Once the villa became aware of his betrothal to you; it felt like a storm of preparation was passing through. Geta began making arrangements. Not to be a distraction to anyone, you made your way back to your room.

You had seen him once before this determined. It had been your second time ever in the royal box, Nadia was still ill. You were her replacement and terribly nervous.

Though, one of his personal gladiators received a mortal wound. When it happened an instrument of harm flew from his grasp and it struck a senator. It was the later that had rankled him. With a flick of his wrist and the gladiator had been dispatched. With this memory, you were struck with the realization that the same senator that had been hurt was the one who had put on quite a show of disapproval to you being in attendance of their session.

Through all of the activity Aelia, remained calm and composed. You were grateful for her calm nature and steadfastness over the news.

You managed to make it to your room, with little fuss as the entire villa felt as if it hummed and buzzed like the bees, the people in your village had kept. You did not linger, or bother anyone. As a child, you had learned to not bother the hive. One could get stung, this time however you were afraid, you’d get stung and realize you were asleep and this had been some wild dream from the gods.

It was quiet, though your heart had kept its steady beat. Going to the small speculum, you eyed your appearance. You held up your wrist that was still adorned by the bracelet, then you held up your hand with the ring. It had truly happened. Geta, had proposed to you.

Being an empress more would adorn you. Geta himself wore a bit. It made him all the more pleasing to the eye. Though you’d be false to yourself if you did not find it pleasing in how he appeared before the jewelry or the powders to make him appear more like a god.

*******

He felt free, making a decision for himself. It caused happiness to fill him.

From afar, he had kept an eye on you. He watched you move, how you smiled. Hearing how you spoke it reminded him of the poetry he used to lose himself in reading. He missed the days where he could disappear to read or take in a good performance or look upon art.

When Caracalla began to exude problems with his illness, those fancies were squashed. No longer could he just do what called to him. Though the thirst of a good fight in the arena was something that entertained the both of them. It kept, Caracalla smiling or at the least shift him away from one his darker spells. Enjoying those fights more often had brought you to him.

Its a long time since he followed his own impulses. Been too long in his opinion. He was first born, he was allowed this. You made him feel close to the exhilaration of knowing a new providence would be under the rising and setting of the Roman sun or when a favorite gladiator won.

********

Reaching into the folds of the beautiful fabrics, you removed a sprig of Rosemary. You brought it to your nose and smiled. It was refreshing.

The sun as vivid as Geta’s hair; began to touch the horizon you wondered if a letter was sent to your village. Your village where you last embraced, held hands with your mother or where you knelt and hugged your younger brother. Your older brothers and father had already crossed the river styx.

She would have loved to know her daughter would be an empress. If she had gone to be with her husband and other sons, you promised in your heart you’d be reunited. You’d happily tell her of how grand and large Rome truly is. And with great pleasure you’d tell her what it was like to meet his sire, emperor Geta and how he decided to make you his empress.

You murmured a soft prayer of gratitude. All you knew was, Venus and Psyche must truly be blessing and guiding yours and his hearts.

The creak of your door, brought you from your musings. Glancing, you saw Aelia. You smiled and rose from where you sat and went over to her. You tucked the rosemary away. When you saw the edge that her face had taken, how stoney her eyes were you paused. You had only seen her this sharp when uou questioned Geta.

Your heart squeezed, painfully.

“Aelia? Is there something wrong? Are you ill?” Your eyes grew at the mere passing of the thought. “Has Geta become ill?”

“No.”

She reached and grabbed you. Turning your face upwards to her. You did not resist. Fear had taken ahold.

“Are you enchantress? Do you cast spells?”

“No. Why?” You trembled.

“His sire, my sire Geta is to marry you. He has become besotted with you. He has become capricious.”

“He has?”

You always heard, his temper could be sudden and as sharp as the mighty and powerful Jupiter. You had seen touches. But you had also heard and seen that he could be just like Bacchus as well.

“Yes. He has never spoke of marriage. He has never been so impulsive that he would send one of the Praetorian Guard.”

“You rescued me from him last night.”

Her hand on you tightened, you winced.

“I know how they can be. I am no beast.”

“Thank you.” You exhaled.

“So what has come over him. Could it be from that knife’s blade? The one that drew his life’s blood?” Her eyes never left yours.

“Aelia, I am sure it could not. But I am just me. I know no spells.”

You learned from Geta to not look away. However, in this moment you wished you could. How she looked at you, hurt.

“The sun always rises as the moon settles away. Those two are never as radiant as they are when they are alone in the sky. That is I.” You paused and swallowed. “I do. I don’t know how else to truly be. My father said, one day it may cost me my head but believe me when I say, I do care for him, Geta. I do.”

You echo. A warmth came over you as you spoke of him.

“I heard only of stories that our gods or how my father and mother were when they shared a smile, or laid a weathered hand on the other.”

Her hand finally released you.

“I hope your beautifully woven words are true. I will stand by you and help you into this new journey where and when I can.”

She promised.

“Thank you, Aelia. Thank you.”

*******

Clad in a dark and heavy cloaks with the cover of the night, the carriages pulled up to the expansive royal domus. With time away, you were reminded of how big it was.

You were lowering your hood, when you heard steady and concurred foot falls of some guards accompanied by the softer but still determined foot falls of a pair of bare feet. Looking up, you saw a very grumpy, sleep rumpled Caracalla. He was wrapped messily in a white sheet. Dondas, his little monkey held onto the sheet as he moved fairly steadily towards the two of you. Geta was beside you, lowering his hood.

“You left me!” He hollered.

You took a step back.

“I’m sorry. Needed to clear my head.” Geta said softly as he stepped closer to his brother.

“You should have told me!”

You dared to look their way. You noticed tears had wet his eyes.

“I figured it would be good for you to be away from your big brother for a little while.” He stepped even closer. “I’m sure it gave you a chance to throw a wild party or two.” He rose his eyebrows and a smile played on his lips.

He chuckled then. A smile finally cracked his mouth. “I did. They were fantastic. I will have to throw another since you’ve returned.”

“We’ll see.”

They embraced. Dondas, hopped down then and made some happy sounds.

You debated about leaving to your room, you didn’t want to disrupt his good mood. You began to unfasten the cloak.

“You brought her back.”

Your fingers stilled on your cloak.

His voice, was sharp and it cut through the room. Glancing over, you saw as he struggled away from Geta’s grasp. Easily, he freed himself, quickly he was where you stood.

“The messages were not false then.” His expression turned sour.

Before you could react, he had grabbed your hand where the iron band encircled your finger.

“You plan on marrying, marrying this…” He spat out, as he tugged on your hand.

“Brother, I have told you to watch your tongue around her.” He easily closed the distance, he placed a hand on his shoulder.

His hand was warm, as if flushed with a fever as he shook it to let you go as if it had gotten stuck.

That’s when you noticed Dondas.

“I don’t care what you say…” He shrieked.

His eyes were wild, his voice grew sharp once again. Yet his words faded to silence as Dondas walked over to you.

“Get away from her, she’ll hurt you.”

You frowned at his words. You couldn’t imagine hurting anything.

Dondas looked back at him. He let go of your hand to clap and smiled at his little monkey, bending gently towards it. As part of his sheet slipped he pushed it back onto his shoulder.

Dondas, looked back at you tilting her head to one side. Then on her little feet, you saw her exhibit only a few times she went over you, easily climbing up your cloak. She skittered and squeaked close to your ear. You glanced at her and smiled. You could feel as her little feet held onto the fabric before there was a little jump and she landed between the two of you again.

She bowed her head and soon scampered over to Caracalla, and easily climbed up the sheet. Then she appeared to settle and perch herself on his shoulder. It was her special place to be; when she wasn’t on Caracalla’s man servant’s shoulder.

Blinking, you attempted to look at Caracalla and then at Geta. Caracalla had frowned. His brow creased as he brought up a ringed finger to his lips before mumbling something and then walked back in the direction of his rooms.

One the servants with a swish and a flowery air appeared with a glass of wine in an outstretched hand to Geta.

He glanced, nodding and took it. He gestured to you. “She may want a glass as well. You will be serving, myself, Caracalla and our soon to be empress.”

She glanced at you. You had replaced her in the royal box, when she had taken ill. Not many words had been exchanged between you. She brought drying cloths when you took your first bath here.

“Yes, a glass would be very nice after the journey we had.” You said softly.

She moved as expected. Which felt odd since it was directed at you. You would have to get used to this as well.

They turned back to Geta.

“If you show any disrespect, I will have your head.”

“No words nor disrespect will come from me sire.”

“Good. Now get her glass.”

There was some clinking of a new glass, the liquid being poured and she was in front of you. You gladly took it.

He made a dismissive gesture. “Help in the kitchen where you are needed. Tell those there and the others, I will need their attendance ante meridiem after I have finished my first meal.”

“Yes, sire.”

Geta, then turned to Aelia. “Aelia, I will be relying on you to make certain all this planning will go as it should.”

“Yes, as you wish Geta.”

“I know, it will be a great undertaking. I have sent a letter to my mother. Let me know when there is a response.”

“I will work as hard as always. And I will surely tell you.”

“Thank you. Now, you may retire. I will see you when the sun is high in the sky.”

“Yes, Geta when the sun is high in the sky.”

*******

After Geta dismissed the guards and you were alone with Geta, the sensation of butterflies flapping in your belly began once again. In the carriage, you had been too caught up looking out of the windows and sleep had once again claimed you in the steading rolling and bumping of the wheels on the road.

The wine you had sipped did little to calm the sensation. Finally finishing the glass and all it did was move with waves that rose and fell in you. The butterfly wings had calmed only to replaced with what felt like a storm coming to water.

With a flurry of fabric, and small metallic rattle echoed as a little more his cloak fell the grown. Softly, wrapped clothes were still woven around his body. The magnificent of the colors he wore brightened the room.

Geta went and sat amidst the eagles that were finally carved on his throne. You heard as he sighed. “Come here.” He motioned to you.

You came over, and knelt at his feet.

“Remove that.” He motioned to the cloak you still wore. “Sit with me.”

You glanced around.

“I don’t want you there, if I did I would have said so.” He patted his lap. “I want you here.”

There was some shifting around but you both found a comfortable way to sit, you found yourself astride his lap.

A fuzzy warmth came over you. Perhaps the wine finally was calming you.

“The next few days will be very busy.” Sitting back a little, he rubbed his temples.

You tried to say something but the words would not come. They all felt foolish or you knew he knew so why even say them. You tried to give him a look of support.

His eyes met yours.

“What is fighting in you, blossom?”

“I want to assure you, I am here whenever the need will arise but you know this. I feel silly to echo what you already know.”

You shifted a little on him.

“It is still nice to hear, especially when it comes from your lips.”

He brought his hands down. It felt as if some of his tension was leaving him. Sitting a little more erect, he licked as his bottom lip as his thighs bumped you.

“Then, Geta my emperor, my future husband.” A smile came over you, a the familiar warmth he gave you heightened . “I am here for whenever you need me.”

“Without ever being your husband, I would have needed you.”

His words made you tremble.

“Oh, Geta.” You whispered.

Hmm, he made a sound as if he was in thought.

Grabbing your hand, just where the bracelet laid; his nose grazed your soft skin there. You inhaled though as you felt his mouth, a soft sound poured from your lips

“You’re so soft.”

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