<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/Livia.jpg)</div>Livia watched him drink and had waited for him to settle the goblet again before matting at his brow, dipping the cloth in to the bowl of water she began to wash at the scar upon his neck. Moping at the congealed blood to clean the worsed of it from him. Her hands gently sponged down his torso and she noted the blush upon his face with every touch she made. His words of gratitude were exactly what she had wanted to hear and they would be well used when he had rested enough.<br/><br/>His blushed cheeks did much to tantalise her, all day long the heat of the sun, the play of words and flirtations from Manius, the touch of Patrocles and even Caris, the heated fight upon the sands as she had watched this man break a sweat and fight with vigor and compulsion, all had been building a fire inside of her that she was certain would blaze into an inferno if it were not quenched soon. She glanced to the whip he had set aside though her hands still wiped the damp cloth across his torso.<br/><br/>One hand moved to stroke gently along his arm, the other still cloth in hand began to glide lower with sweeping circular motions, so gentle that what was on her mind right now was not at all evident. Her hand lifted his own tentatively as if she were viewing every facet of it, the damp cloth now washed just above Aulus' pelvis.<br/><br/><strong>"You blush Aulus Livius. Have your wounds never been tended too before?"</strong>she asked, though she was certain that no Roman medic would have tended to any soldier with such brazen familiarity. Her gaze shifted to look at his face, he was beautiful to look upon. Some gladiators were either ghastly in appearance from birth or had been so badly wounded in the arena, so as to be forever monstrous; while others were the stuff of fantasies. Strikingly handsome with muscles gifted by the gods, this young man however was none of these. His body was beautifully lean and sculpted and though riddled with many scars he was still breathtaking to behold.<br/><br/>She allowed her gaze to shift over his body very slowly and deliberately, so that he would see where her eyes wandered too. The hand she held she gradually brought close to her, slid it easily through the cleavage of her toga and pressed it on to her breast. Removing her hand from his she wondered what the man would do with it now and smiled to herself. The idea of having dominion over this particular man was exciting and she was determined to keep him under her roof. The cloth fell from her hand as her fingers slid over his shaft, her gaze returned to his as her hand softly caressed along his length.<br/><br/><strong>"My gratitude knows no  bounds Aulus Livius"</strong>a soft moan escaped her mouth as she smiled at him, her smile was pure of lust. She would have him, rested or not; wounded or healed. She was determined to ease the tempest that was welling inside of her and pooling in her sex,<strong>"You are mine now"</strong>her hand curved around his phallus possessively and her soft caresses became firm strokes.<br/>