writers_muses; Prompt Set 21.6: Silk
The gods mentioned in this story are not meant to represent any of the gods that may currently exist in the variety of prompt and roleplaying communities on Livejournal or elsewhere. They are gods inside of Athena's universe only, and their actions and personalities have no relation to, or effect upon, any other characters but Athena.
Girl sex warning. Nothing explicit, but it's there. Don't like it, don't read it.
Her Story
The first touch of her lips was as soft as silk against my skin. She knew what she was doing, I had to give her that. There was a reason she was the most desired woman in all of Rome. And for that night, at least, I had her.
She lifted her head and met my eyes, her own sparkling with humor. Her dark curls fell around her face. “I thought you’re supposed to be a virgin.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s blasphemous to talk to me that way.” I lifted myself on my elbows and smiled at her. “Better be careful.”
“You strike me down with lightning and you’re staying a virgin.” She paused before adding, her tone still amused: “With all due respect, Minerva.”
I shook my head and looked to the ceiling. Her lips moved further up my calf. “The gods who make the rules define things very narrowly. There are loop holes.”
“Loop holes?” She nipped at the back of my knee, and trailed her tongue up my thigh. I collapsed back onto the bed. “Am I a loop hole?”
“You know what you are?” She shook her head against my skin, and I shuddered. “Talkative.”
The sound of her laugh was lost against my body.
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Sometimes there are good reasons to bend the rules. She was a good reason; the most beautiful woman in the Empire, she was a lover of Senators and Consuls. She could have any man she chose and, make no mistake, each was her choice. She told me that I was the only woman, and I sensed no lie on her tongue, but I wouldn’t have cared either way.
Junia. A shame she lived a mortal’s life. I thought about giving her ambrosia, making her immortal, but by the time I had made up my mind, she was dead. Women like that didn’t die of old age in Rome. She was poisoned. Luckily, Nemesis owed me a favor.
Still, the time we did have together was spectacular. When I was in Rome, I was by her side or in her bed. She traveled with me to Gaul, to Egypt, and to Athens. Every moment seemed to stretch on forever, and I became lost in the silken kisses and playful smiles. She was a woman out of her time, forthright and brilliant, and I must have loved her for it.
I didn’t know at the time. I was nearly a thousand years old and I didn’t understand love. I had spent all those years running from any sign of affection, clinging to the thought that to give a part of myself was to lose all of myself. I refused to let it happen.
And then suddenly it did.
Junia. The Empire is long gone, her bones have long since turned to dust, and her name can still send a shiver down my spine. I’ve taken lovers since her - I leave virginity to Mary now - both male and female, but none will ever compare.
I’m not a poet. I make weapons. I make blankets. I win wars. I wish I could do her more justice than just saying that she was the most beautiful mortal I’ve known. I wish I could rewrite the stories and give her a part to play in them, so she wouldn’t be lost to history. I don’t think she would have liked that, though. I think she would have enjoyed being Athena’s secret lover, hidden away from sight, left only to me and only for me. Mine forever.
So it is.
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