Title: A treasure (Gaia, Lucretia)
Rating: M
Notes: originally written for the livejournal comm bloodandsandfic 's first annual comment ficathon. Prompt: Lucretia/Gaia, pre-series. Womanly ways.
Summary: He is not her.
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As he bent on his knees toward her, Gaia arched her back upwards, grabbed his wrinkled buttocks with her hands and pressed them against her, urging her husband to enter her, and moaned in pleasure, igniting his manhood and thus attaining her aim.
The sooner he started, the sooner it would end.
A husband with too many years on his shoulders to bear seed inside, such was the way the gods had lay the future passage of time, a life absent of pleasure, bound to a man with a cock as empty as full was his purse, her only consoler.
Very soon in their marriage, all intercourses had been followed by an excuse from Gaia to leave the room and find a dark corner to release herself, for her husband would always end quick, as aware of this as a blind man would be of his face.
Sex in the morning was greeted almost with joy; taking leave was easier at the beginning of the day.
Gaia sat in the pool and looked down as her slave helped her bath. "That such a ripe fruit should be wasted in withered one when it knows the most gentle of cares," she grimly observed while watching the rivulets of water streaming down her white breasts.
Lucretia was never rough. Not a single time ceasing her care until she was satisfied. Gentle yet fearless, always eager to explore Gaia up to the very last place, peeling, layer by layer her naked body to her core, reaching recesses of pleasure that Gaia, in her former experience, ignored existed.
Why was that joy given by a woman and not her husband? Was such the way of the Gods? Giving her the curse of longing for a heart owned by one man in Capua, a lanista?
If she closed her eyes and let her mind be flooded with memories of opium, wine and happier times, the water around her transformed into Lucretia's warm embrace, her fingers drawing circles around her navel, a mischievous lazy smile knowing the chaos such innocent caresses caused within, having her want more.
Sometimes Gaia wondered if Lucretia was able to love two people at the same time, or if it was just the narcotic's influence. That Lucretia loved her was out of doubt. What Gaia made no attempt towards, was how deep such affection went. Especially when she caught her looking at Quintus.
Probably she could. She had the ways of a woman who could please Venus and Jupiter themselves if she proposed to. Lucretia was far more than Lucretia herself suspected.
But Lucretia was loved. Gaia smiled sadly. "May at least one of us know joy with the man beside her," she thought aloud.
And may, one day, the Gods grant her a child, and when the joyful day comes, let me be by her side, still as friend, sharing her happiness and making offer in gratitude for keeping her alive, to the Goddess of childbirth.
The one the Greeks called Ilithyia.
Fin.