Snippet #5155

Spurius could tell she was growing weary of the heat. The way she was looking at him made him curious as to what, exactly, was going on behind those beautiful minds. Vittoria was as unpredictable as she was sexy, a dangerous combination for a woman of power. Anything? He could even have her, if he wanted to, if what she said was true. Still, apart from lust he was unsure if there was something about her that attracted him, and indeed there was. But he knew that such desire could not be allowed to take over him. If this were to actually happen, then he had to remain in control at all times. Should she ever truly hold the upper hand, should she get control of his heart, then all could be lost, because the chances of him winning hers were minuscule.

With a semi-quick motion Spurius moved himself until he was right on top of her, leaning down on the chair which she sat upon so that their faces and bodies were near touching, hardly a centimeter separating them. If anything, her beauty was only magnified by this closeness. From this distance he could truly appreciate her. She smelled wonderful, and from this angle her bust was clearly visible, as her chest moved up and down with each breath, in a way that a regular straight on look could not match. He just held this position for a few moments, studying her reaction. And then he made to kiss her, slowly, only to stop before touching and backing away from her and walking backwards to the door.

Spurius turned to exit, but before he left he looked over his shoulder and spoke to her again. “I will hear more of your proposition should I survive tomorrow. As for what I want, well, like I said before: a slave is never in want. I am bound by fate, my lady, and fate does not leave room for want. Come to me though, if you still wish this of me. My cell is enclosed and away from the cells of the other slaves, so it is private enough for you to speak openly.” He paused to admire her once more out of the corner of his eye before opening the door and leaving. The party was still going strong, be he had had enough of it. Without saying a word to anyone he left the party and began to walk back to his cell. Tomorrow was sure to bring with it a fight more challenging than the dragon he defeated today, of that he was sure. Caesar promised everyone a show, which meant he had to provide something better than what the audience had already seen.

While he laid on the ground starring up at the ceiling Spurius could not help but think of Vittoria. What would have happened if he stayed close to her longer, or if he actually went to kiss her instead of backing away as he had? Would she have complied? The idea of “what if” brought him no comfort, so he put the thoughts away in order to accept sleep as soon as it would come.