Colliding Under The Stars

I watched as Brutus pulled his sword free from Alti's mid section, I won't lie a part of me was happy to see her fall. She's always been the thorn in my side. I hated her visions, more because there was always some truth to them. The problem is that now there's been a fall out in these past two hours, Alti's followers were loyal and now Caesar has to deal with them. There all vile people and what there all really doing is climbing over each other because they want her estate. The woman mocked me over me my sexuality many times and the fact that I like beautiful girls. Now I find myself surprised as I watched both lover's men and women shout and fight over her estate. Even wolves have better manners than her past conquests it's like looking at the scum of Rome. Some of these people I wouldn't associate with in fact some of these people are responsible for the slave trading matters that I've been trying very hard to ban. Because of that I get the feeling that some won't live till morning.

Safe to say I got really bored and left and now I find myself being somewhere where I really shouldn't be. I'm a married woman and yet her I'm standing here looking at the playwright's door. Gods I don't even know why I'm here I just am, it's like I'm drawn here like a moth to the flames of a torch. I can't help myself. I knew when I locked eyes with her on that stage that I wanted her I have no idea as to why I felt this way. I've looked at girls before and given them a smile but no more than a smile. Oddly enough my husband had always been okay with that mostly because we could both look and agree that, that was a pretty girl and laugh about the situation. This is different though the playwright is so beautiful to me its not that I want to smile at her instead I see flashes in my mind. I want to hold her kiss her and just encompass her. I've never felt this way in my entire life and now I can't stop the feeling its like horses thundering in my heart and it's unstoppable I don't feel that I can control it and I'm powerless to try.

I feel slightly guilty about staring at her from the balcony she looked so unsure of her self, yet that just made me want her all the more. I look at the door handle again I know everything about this is wrong and I can no longer stop myself. I open her door, yeah I know it's incredible rude to let your self in but I'm guided by my heart right now and not my rational thoughts. I watch as she looks up utterly shocked as I appear I can see it in her green eyes which remind me of the green forests of Amphipolis in spring time back when I was a child. She's sitting on the bed a green silk sheet wrapped around her naked body. She taken the ties out of her hair and now this beautiful long blonde hair is spilling over her shoulders. I can tell as I close the door that she can't sleep she has an incomplete scroll on the table and the quill is lying opposite as if she's given up trying to write on it. I watch her eyes dart in uncertainty she knows the rules the empress of the known world can go in to any room she's pleases if something displeases her.

Her voice hits the air it's so silky and smooth. "Empress?" The panic sets in as she recalls those rules. She looks up sharply. "I'm sorry if I have displeased you empress I meant no offence to you or your husband at dinner." I find a smile forming gods there's something so wonderful about her formal charm, it's so innocent. I ease up my hand as I speak. "No there's no need to apologise for anything Gabrielle, you're not in trouble." Gabrielle that a sweet name, her mother picked it really well it slides of my tongue like velvet. Now she looks utterly confused I breath in as I come and sit down next to her I couldn't be bothered to tie my hair up I've let it hang loose in truth I'm in my woollen bed robes and sandals. Her voice hits the air again. "How may I help you empress?" I look at her not really knowing how to pose the next question. "Would you tell me the truth?" She narrows her gaze uncertainty showing for spilt second as she speaks. "I would not lie to you empress." I look down feeling like a fumbling adolescent as my words come out much sharper than intended. "Every one else does."

It's true they do, I even feel like my own husband is lying to me half the time I've just not been able to admit that to myself till now. She blinks before speaking. "People should tell you the truth you bring love and hope to a whole empire, you deserve no less than the truth." I turn looking right in to her eyes gods I'm falling for her and I can't help it, I adore her innocent honest charm. I lean closer seeing that she hasn't moved she's looking at me as if unsure as to what my next move will be. "Tell me again, what is love, the love that you'd like to feel and dream about?" She swallows looking down suddenly unable to stop the deep blush on her face she keeps her eyes low as she tries to recompose herself. I'm not going to lie I'm leaning over her I'm in her personal space on every levels and that must be scary for her. Because I rule the known world and she's just a playwright the rules dictate that I shouldn't have any interest in her. She finally speaks but her voice is small and I see her body shifting as if she's nervous. "I said that we all wish for someone who looks so deeply in to our soul that they'd find something worth dying for."

I can't help myself the action is automatic I raise my hand running it through her long blonde hair watching as it spills through my fingers like a golden sea. I feel like I've done this a thousand times before and yet I know I haven't but it just feels so good and so right. I watch hundreds of different emotions play across her face, uncertainty, confusion and fear. I don't even know if she likes women, though I won't lie I found it odd when she said she lived alone on a vineyard by the sea. Beautiful women like her are normally married off quite quickly so there has to be an obvious reason that she's not but now isn't the right time to ask. I move my hand running it ever so gently down her face, gods she's so soft to the touch. I can see that her mouth is slightly open which is even more charming. I move even closer so I'm leaning over her for some reason she changes her position so she's facing more towards me and allowing me access despite her fear. I know now that this is a spell that nether off us can break it's as if the fates have spoken.

I can no longer stop my actions and I no longer want to as I lean over meeting her lips in a soft tentative kiss. I could be crucified for this she could as well and yet I'm utterly lost in the moment as she starts to respond awkwardly at first which answers one question. She's never been with a woman before it shows in her uncertain actions. I feel like I've been here before and I don't know how or why and I stop caring as to the why as her hands run through my hair as the kiss becomes deeper and more wanting. I move so I'm on top of her as if I've done it a thousand times before. Right now there's only us I can feel my hands moving of there own accord all over her, as she grabs my robes with one hand loosening them then moving her other hand under them in an awkward and unsure manner. It's truly obvious that she's never done this before and I'm leading I guide her hands showing where to touch wanting nothing more than to feel her I know what's going to happen I'm going to make love to her tonight because I truly want to she's all that matters to me. I would do anything for her I know that now I'd die for her because the treasures of the known world are nothing compared to her.

Silvermoonlight

The alternate idea behind this is that someone saw or heard this event thus resulting in Gabrielle's close shave crucifixion.