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Agrippa finds her again when his head hits the pillow at night, sprawled out in the bathhouse, her form filling up the tiled alcove from head to toe, a length of crooks and curves undulating lazily within a warm veil of steam. He fits his head into the space between her neck and shoulder, his knee brushing the pale hair on her crotch, buried beneath her heavy thighs, drawn inwards to accommodate Agrippa’s weight in her lap. Muffled chuckles vibrate through Agrippa’s lips as his fingers trace faded scars on her belly. White networks of wet, bubbling soap cling to the undersides of her breasts, and he cranes his neck to suck one nipple into his mouth, toying with it’s golden ring with the tip of his tongue, a bitter, herbal taste.
He wakes up with his cheek flat on the pillow, dark curls obscuring his vision alongside the crumbs in his eyes. His mouth is dry, his crotch a dewy mess.
(Commission for @wormismm on tumblr: Fem!Caesar and a Legionary, heavy on the exhibitionism and worship.)
Series
- Part 1 of Lady Caesar