Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]
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				Title: <strong>Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 06:03:53</strong>
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				<strong>September 17, 2010, Outside Rome, Italy</strong> <br><br>In a home just outside of Rome, Italy, Kenneth, his wife Manuela, and his daughter Beth stood in the uppermost level of their home.&nbsp; Waiting on the man that Kenneth had gone back in time, quite literally, to fetch in hopes of providing more research in his studies.&nbsp; The man was seen by the community as a bit of a modern day mad scientist, a reputation that he'd earned though not for wild experiments on body parts or creating life.&nbsp; He was a historian at a prestigious museum, as well as a moderately famed archeologist, and had done much research on the history that he'd fallen in love with as a teen when he'd first moved to Italy with his Irish parents.&nbsp; He'd fallen in love with Manuela and the two had been married when he was only twenty. <br><br>Beth had come into their lives rather unexpectedly and both his wife and daughter had staunchly supported him in his crazed obsessions, standing by his side and helping him in any way that they could. Beth shared his love for history, loved her Italy, and wanted to be a historian herself when she graduated from college.&nbsp; She was strong headed, very dedicated, and wholly infatuated with the project that they were undergoing: turning an uneducated man from the past into a modern scholar.&nbsp; The information that his stories alone could provide…that was astronomical!&nbsp; He would benefit, too, a better life and a chance to have his dreams, whatever they might be. <br><br>In the large, mostly wooden, attic room there were several sections.&nbsp; The first was a small but well equipped laboratory used for testing and building the time machine that had made the recent events possible.&nbsp; A desk stood in that area, scattered and littered with rolls of ancient parchment, historical documents and books about the time period that Kenneth so loved. <br><br>Past the door to that small laboratory was a wider, more open expanse of room.&nbsp; A metal bath tub stood near the third compartment which was a cell, made of stone and wood, with a steel door that one might see in a jail, a heavy article that had a strong lock.&nbsp; Behind the bars were a soft bed and a basin of fresh water on a solid and thin wooden table.&nbsp; Beth stood at the door, peering inside at the man that her father had gone to fetch.&nbsp; <br><br>Spirro Lekas, a Roman Gladiator that had suddenly disappeared from the pages of history, a man of only twenty three years of age, who had short cropped brown hair and a heavily toned body. The records, according to Kenneth, had only given a portion of the man's life but had focused more heavily on his wins and his fighting record.&nbsp; <br><br>The scent of roasted broccoli, carrots, beef, and chicken filled the air, cooking in a small, apartment sized stove in the main room.&nbsp; Water for a bath also boiled, they didn't want to overload the man when he woke up and had kept the modern conveniences to a minimum in the spaces that Spirro would see when he first awoke.&nbsp; He would likely notice the cool temperature that the heating and air unit afforded, note that it wasn't sweltering hot and the floor was wooden and not covered in dust, though her father was. <br><br>"Dad, you're filthy!" the twenty year old woman said, looking him over with her blue eyes.&nbsp; She sighed and shook her head as her father only chuckled.&nbsp; "You should've seen it! It was so amazing!" Beth listened on with rapt attention as he spoke. <br><br>While her husband filled them in on the sights that he'd seen, the things that had happened, and the overall experience, Manuela twisted her long, flowing skirt in her hands and fretted, shifting her weight from foot to foot.&nbsp; She was a nurse and worried about the health of the man that they were waiting on to regain consciousness.&nbsp; <br><br>Beth tucked her long, dark hair over her ear as she kept peeking in, her tresses falling over the shoulder of her light blue tee shirt.&nbsp; She wore jeans and sneakers, that bit being planned so that the man would know that he was not where he had ever been before.&nbsp; Giving too much of his new world at first would likely overwhelm and disorient him.&nbsp; Not providing enough would keep him from believing the truth of their words.&nbsp; Manuela wedged in beside her daughter, wanting to keep an eye on the man and make sure that he was breathing.&nbsp; Neither of the women was keen on just entering the cell and being there when the man first awoke; he was currently unpredictable. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nero Czan</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 07:03:44</strong>
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				Spirro was a man of extraordinary power, but simply in the Arena. He carried no influence in the affairs of state, nor even in the birthplace that used to be his home. He was a rag-doll, to be tossed around at the mob's entertainment. The crowds had cheered whenever he cut another man down, and the feeling had grown onto him, like an infectious vine. His mind began to crave their roars, to crave the blood that fueled them. He had become exactly what he was supposed to be, a mindless-Killer, made for the entertainment of Rome. His name was one to be revered in the Gladiatorial circuit, but he still was not through with his reign. He had yet to succeed in the Games of the Coliseum. That was his hope and dream. To attain utter ecstasy within it's high-walls would be the pinnacle moment of his life. The peak of an abandoned man's existence. He would reach as high as his chains would allow him, and not a stone's throw lower. However, the gods had smiled curiously on this man, abandoned by his parents for money, and gave him a second chance at Happiness, of the untwisted and Pure kind. No longer would he need to kill or be killed. No longer would he need to sleep in the slums of backwater towns, trapped in a cage like the savage beast that he was. He had been given another shot at life, but that didn't mean his first was erased...<br><br>He awoke groggily in his cage. <em>Another Fine day to Die...</em> His mind was hazy, and his body swarmed with a feeling of profound disorientation, one he likened to the night he had swallowed an urn of ale in the darkened streets of Rome itself. He tried to focus, his eyesight being the first of his senses to return to him. He looked around at the familiar stone-work around him, a prison similar to the one he had erected around his heart. It suited him just fine, but as he leaned up, and swung his legs off the side of the bed, his confusion found a new foundation. His body had stopped tingling, and he realized that the sight before his eyes was not the only thing out of place. The air around him was frightfully cold, and he found himself bracing his arms against his toned chest for warmth. He sighed as he hung his head, unsure of the trouble he had gotten involved in this time. He didn't remember leaving his cell, yet he couldn't be in Rome still. The place was too cool, and the people in front of him were simply too exotic. He had been stolen off <em>Yet Again</em>. What else was new. He glared up at the man across the bars, for now ignoring the women. He was seeking answers, not drink and care. His voice was coarse and dry, and he almost didn't recognize it for a moment as he spoke. "All Right then. Who are You? And what in the name of Zeus could you want with a fella' like me?" He took a few glances over the two women after he finished, his throat beckoning for a nice mug of water. The older one was comforting, in a maternally fashion. He could not guess much else. She was also most likely the man's woman, or servant. Either way, that would make the younger one the daughter, and he found himself almost smirking as he gazed at her. Despite her weird attire, he found her face beautifully attractive, and his mind wandered as it fantasized about the rest of her, 'Characteristics.' He shook off the feeling, and turned back to the head of the household, eager for some Damned answers.
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				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 07:40:55</strong>
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				"He's awake," Manuela said softly, glad to know loads about herbal medicines and not just about modern ones.&nbsp; She still clung to the old ways that didn't treat everything with antibiotics and pills.&nbsp; She moved toward her medical bag and pulled out her stethoscope, hanging it over her neck, and her blood pressure cuff.&nbsp; <br><br>Kenneth pushed his daughter out of the way as the man addressed him and looked her over, as men often did.&nbsp; He didn't want to focus on that at the moment, but rather the man's questions. "I am Kenneth Murray, this is my wife Manuela, and my daughter, Bethany."&nbsp; He took a deep breath.&nbsp; "You are safe, we will not harm you. We have food and clothes for you, to ease your chill.&nbsp; Would you like something to eat or drink?"&nbsp; <br><br>Manuela snorted. "I need to check his blood pressure, I need to make sure that he is okay, Kenneth."&nbsp; She scoffed when his hand shot up in front of her face in a gesture of gently silencing her and for a moment looked as if she were about to bite his fingers.&nbsp; <br><br>Beth snickered at her mother and covered her mouth with three of her fingers, her eyes twinkling with mirth.&nbsp; She could still see the handsome gladiator and the heat that stirred in her loins at the wild appearance of her loins was only quashed by the smell radiating from him.&nbsp; She thought that she could put up with it though if he looked at her that way again.&nbsp; "I vote he needs a bath first."&nbsp; She spoke kindly and said nothing when her father glared at her.&nbsp; Humming, she went to the stove that was easily seen from where the trapped man stood.&nbsp; She pulled out the glass pan that was covered in foil and started to heap up a plate of food.&nbsp; <br><br>"I will explain more when you're not hungry and you've been bathed and dressed.&nbsp; You're not used to the cool air in the house." And he did smell quite manly for his time period.&nbsp; Kenneth had known that all men would there.&nbsp; He hadn't been disappointed.&nbsp; "It is your choice. I will give you that."&nbsp; He didn't know if he should make the man think that he was owned here or if he was free. The man was free, technically, but wholly unprepared for the present day and time.&nbsp; It would be dangerous to everyone to let him loose but more so for Spirro than anyone else. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Nero Czan</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 17:49:04</strong>
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				Spirro only glared at the man as he spoke. His name, house, and clothes were exotic to him, but the fresh food, and a Doctor on hand, could only mean one thing. Nobility. He must've been taken to some far off land, to be... What was he to be..? He still wasn't sure of the Why, but for now, he was simply occupied with the Where. Not that he'd enjoy returning to his old life, but he wished to know how far he had actually gone while asleep. He became wary when the elder woman took out a few tools, with unknown uses. <em>Torture Me all you Want, Wench.</em> But there was something in her eyes that told him that perhaps she wasn't an interrogator. The entire scene was confusing. But one thing was for certain. He was indeed hungry.<br><br>"Aye... I could do with some food. You blasted people took me before mealtime, so That makes three days since the last. Seeing as I know your name now, I guess it is only fair to share mine. Spirro Lekas, The Lion of Corsica, Gladiator. Now, Where in the name of the Gods am I? This can't be Rome." He knew no man in the Empire who dressed like this Kenneth, nor any like the two women. This <em>Had</em> to be a different place, lest the Gods had transported him to another world, in a motion of either extreme pity or extreme scorn. It wasn't entirely unbelievable. Spirro had given up on the Gods at the moment that they gave up on him. He found it only too fitting to undergo their retribution in such an exotic fashion.<br><br>What confirmed his suspicions was the fact that they offered him a Bath. These were indeed nobles of some far-off kingdom. Only the luxuries of Rome could provide baths otherwise. He seriously doubted that the savages surrounding the Empire contained such fancies, and power. Nevertheless, he had taken more baths than a regular citizen of Rome, if only for the fact that he had to get the Blood stains off of him every week or so. A few faded red marks remained on splotches across his skin, but they were barely noticeable. They had caught him on a ripened day. "A bath sounds mighty fine. The only question is, Where is it?" He looked around and saw no tub, or rather Anything that could hold a substantial amount of water, and wondered if they expected him to share their bath. Was he not another prisoner here? The entire situation was confusing, and Spirro found himself once more half-smiling, half-smirking towards the young lass, her looks somehow comforting the mental storm that raged on.
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				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 22:22:50</strong>
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				"Three days?" Beth squeaked, almost dropping the plate.&nbsp; "No, mama, he has to eat first, then you can check him out."&nbsp; Three days without food…Beth couldn’t even go three hours without putting something in her mouth.&nbsp; She was nervous about giving him a fork but got one anyway.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yes, this is Rome, just outside of it," Kenneth said softly. "And it's a pleasure to meet you, Spirro."&nbsp; Kenneth shed his period clothing and wore only the jeans and t-shirt that he'd had on underneath.&nbsp; "You're just…and I know that this is going to be hard to bear, but hear me out… you're presently just outside of Rome, over a thousand years from your birth. In the future.&nbsp; I've brought you here to give you a better life and to learn more about your time.&nbsp; With education, you can have a life that you could only dream of.&nbsp; A free man, with your own house and one day maybe your own family.&nbsp; But it will take time and dedication.&nbsp; If anyone can do it, it is you, a man who stood on the sand before the crowd, working to please them and with your life in their hands.&nbsp; You have determination. You have the ambition.&nbsp; And I know that you didn't have a family of your own in the past.&nbsp; I found you in a history book and you just…disappeared.&nbsp; The fight that you fought three days ago was the last of your career though the books do not say why."&nbsp; <br><br>"Dad!" Beth cautioned. "Not too much at once."&nbsp; She took the plate over to the man, awed by his build and looks, by the expression in his eyes.&nbsp; She passed him the plate and fork through the small horizontal gap in the center of the cell door.&nbsp; "Here. Eat up. I'll get you some milk."&nbsp; When she was sure that he had the plate, she turned, moving to get a glass of the creamy white liquid, pouring it out of a clear plastic jug.&nbsp; "The bath tub, one you're probably more used to, is over here in the middle of the floor.&nbsp; My mother won't be leaving the room because she has to check you over and make sure that you don't have any infected sores or cuts.&nbsp; I'll go into the next room till you're done."&nbsp; She smiled at him as she returned with the milk and passed the plastic glass through the bars to him.&nbsp; <br><br>Manuela nodded, looking over the man, already using her keen eyes to look for signs of swelling or redness.&nbsp; "I've seen many men naked in my profession, will likely see many more. You have nothing to be ashamed of."&nbsp; She smiled and moved toward the cage.&nbsp; "I'll explain what I'm going to do with these, if you like, while you eat.&nbsp; I don't want to scare you or catch you off guard."&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Nero Czan</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 00:31:10</strong>
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				Spirro bowed his head in thanks as he received his food, concealing the panging hunger underneath his flesh. The truth didn't phase this man much, or so it seemed, as he took the news without any true change of expression. It was actually a slight relief to this man. Suddenly, so many strange questions were answered, and his mind became that much clearer for it. He even enjoyed the idea of becoming a new man, in a world that none of his peers had seen. Kenneth was right when he said that if Anyone could do it, it was him, but he just didn't know the right reason...<br><br>He addressed the elder woman and spoke with sincere, but stern words. "That'll be Fine, Miss. I enjoy peace and quiet with my meals, if you don't mind." Spiro took his food slowly, savoring each bite of the surprisingly palpable food. This <em>Definitely</em> was not the Rome he knew. He enjoyed the flavors silently, unable to keep to his word of steady eating. The tastes simply overwhelmed him, and when he was done, he found himself wanting more. "That was Fantastic.." Granted, he didn't intend to eat more. The last thing he needed was to lose his physical edge, as it was in essence his academy. The skill that differentiated him from the masses. He reflected and realized, that he may not be needed in this new culture. What if there were no Gladiators, No Warriors. His entire life would indeed need to be redone, and from this perspective, some of the excitement faded away. Nevertheless, he refocused on reality, and took the glass of milk that was offered to him. This one a familiar drink, and one that soothed the soul and powered the body. He got a glass every week back in the Coliseum... Perhaps it would be more often here. He downed it and set it aside, not sure what to do with the strange container, that wasn't wooden, nor glass. He shook the annoying question off, and got ensnared once more by Beth's charming face. He would have to spend some time with her, alone, if possible, or he just might find himself going Mad.<br><br>Spirro gave her his usual smirk as she left, giving a slight nod of thanks to, Manuela? He wasn't paying too much attention at the time, but he was almost sure that was the correct name. His awareness was finely honed, so he trusted his instinct, and followed her as she instructed him on where to go. He smirked as he assured her comforts. "So have I Miss. It's not the prettiest sight, in my opinion. But to each their own. And don't worry about those tools of yours... Just get it done with, if you would." He wasn't a very mechanical man, and given the time period, his masculinity did not want it's pride tarnished because he couldn't understand any of her explanations. Perhaps later he'd find somethings to follow up on, but not now, Not on the first stage of their meeting. If he was Anything, it was a Prideful man, and a passionate one at that.
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				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 03:20:49</strong>
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				Kenneth, as well as his family, was surprised when the man didn't seem to bat an eyelash at the mention of being in the future.&nbsp; He had thought that Spirro would freak out, charge the cage door and revolt.&nbsp; He just scratched his head and nodded. <br><br>Making a light face, Manuela turned from the door and moved to sit down in a kitchen style chair that was kept up in the attic, waiting for the man to finish his meal.&nbsp; She wasn't used to being dismissed like that but…okay.&nbsp; <br><br>Beth watched him eat while her father studied his movements and body language and her mother watched for signs of sickness.&nbsp; She was watching other things, like the way that his jaw moved as he chewed and the way that he seemed to relish what she'd cooked.&nbsp; She rather liked that.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was a handsome man, not hard on the eyes at all.&nbsp; She wasn't <em>scared</em> of him, he was just different and unknown, a man from another time.&nbsp; He wasn't one of the little boys in a man's body like all the guys she knew.&nbsp; He came from a world where being a man meant something other than having body hair and dropped balls.&nbsp; Real men didn't kick ass and take names on an X-Box twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.&nbsp; "Glad that you liked it," she said softly as she watched him and moved to take the plate, fork, and glass.&nbsp; <br><br>Manuela stood again and readied the stethoscope and the blood pressure cuff.&nbsp; She couldn't help but snicker as he said that he'd seen plenty of men naked.&nbsp; Quarters were rather close and modesty not a privilege in his time.&nbsp; <br><br>"Let him out, Kenneth."&nbsp; She knew that her husband had a stun gun in his pocket should it be needed and that the man before them wasn't myth, he was flesh and bone and would drop like a rock if stunned.&nbsp; "Alright. I need your arm."&nbsp; She fastened the cuff around his arm and looked up at him. "You're going to feel pressure, but it won't hurt much.&nbsp; I need you to be completely quiet."&nbsp; With that, she hooked the stethoscope's pad under the cuff and stuck the ends in her ears.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her hand pumped the little black bulb and she listened for the two places that his heart started beating as the numbers on the dial fell and the air hissed from the device.&nbsp; "One twenty over eighty.&nbsp; Good."&nbsp; She took the cuff off, the Velcro making the loud sound that she was used to and he wasn't.&nbsp; <br><br>Placing the pad of the stethoscope on his chest, she spoke again.&nbsp; "I need you to take a deep breath and let it go…" She moved the pad to the other side. "And another."&nbsp; &nbsp;Moving around him, she repeated the process on his back before pulling the rubber tipped metal from her ears.&nbsp; "Alright.&nbsp; You're healthy as a horse.&nbsp; Time for the bath."&nbsp; <br><br>Beth moved toward the sink and turned the faucet on, letting the water run through the hose that had been attached to fill the tub while Kenneth told her how to adjust the hot and cold water.&nbsp; "Alright," she said when the water was flowing. "I'm…out. Will be back when this is done."&nbsp; She grumbled at the fact that her parents didn't want her to see the man naked.&nbsp; Big fucking deal, he had a cock! Oh my! It wasn't like she'd never seen one before… Though she did think that it would be odd watching him bathe with her parents in the room.&nbsp; She hurried through the connecting door, punching the number sequence into the key pad.&nbsp; It shut behind her and she was gone.&nbsp; <br><br>"Just take those clothes off and hop in.&nbsp; There's a bar of soap and a wash cloth here.&nbsp; We've got some general clothing here, nothing fancy, but something for now till Manuela goes shopping for you.&nbsp; Not quite ready to let you out into the world yet but... we do have things for you to choose from."&nbsp; Gesturing toward a stack of fashion magazines, Kenneth continued. "You can figure out what sorts of things that you like and refine your tastes. We'll get you normal things for now."&nbsp; Not a filthy rich family, but not a destitute one by far, they'd saved up for this for a long time and were prepared to outfit the man rather comfortably for when he began to emerge into the world. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Nero Czan</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 07:49:49</strong>
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				Spirro twitched occasionally at the odd noises and weird practices that Manuela's check-up comprised of, but he did everything exactly as she said, without hesitation. If there was one thing he had learned how to do well, it was following orders. Not that he enjoyed the practice, but as a Slave, and Gladiator, being able to promptly do what you literally need to, is a good skill to have. The plastic wrap, somehow inflating on it's own, was strangely uncomfortable, and he wasn't exactly sure how it helped. <em>I'm pretty sure you don't need such a complex machine to grip around a man's arm...</em> Perhaps this modern world was lacking muscle-men. A comforting thought, but most likely a false one. Masculinity is borne from muscles and sweat, no amount of time would change that. The second device was even stranger, and cold to the touch. He had to fight to resist the temptation to twitch at it's touch, but he had gone through worse sensations, and it quickly passed. It was another device at which he could not garner a single guess, and he didn't even try to comprehend it. This world's technology would be generations beyond what he could fathom, and he doubted his own capability to learn it all. He shook off the feeling as he walked over to the tub. Fore-sight and pre-planning simply weren't his style, but he could definitely appreciate a nice bath.<br><br>He casually stripped off what little clothing he had, and tossed it over the edge of the tub as he slid himself in. He couldn't help but chuckle at her use of the word 'Normal'. "Not to be rude, but <em>Nothing</em> around here is Normal for me." He sunk his entire body into the cool water, enjoying yet another remarkable sensation. This was another luxury he rarely had the chance to indulge in, and here he was, casually doing so, in the extravagant house of <em>Time-Travelers</em>. The thought crossed his mind that perhaps he had indeed finally gone Insane, and this was all just an estranged fantasy. He lifted his hand out of the water, his intent gaze watching as the water fell down, a cascading water-wall. This was no dream, but for some reason, he couldn't label it as Reality either. It simply was too strange at the moment. He laid back for a brief moment, before taking the bar of soap, and beginning his scrubbing. Answers would come with time, and if there's anything this family seemed to have, it was Time.<br><br>When he had finished, he stood up, swiftly swinging his legs up and out, and stood there for a moment, glancing around the room in indecision. His nude body didn't release the slightest shiver, despite the dripping water and conditioned air. He was a quick adapter, and he would be able to stand in Arctic snow for a good amount of time. Willpower was stronger than anything, and if you had the power of mind to control your body, than you might just live longer than the pal next to you, and in the Arena, every day is a blessing, and a curse. He returned to reality for a moment, the vivid memories sidetracking him, with a smooth and cool voice breezing through the equally cool air. "Alright then... What's next on the list?" He kept his questions to himself, reminding himself of the importance of Patience, especially in an unknown world, where he was still at the mercy of this family. He was certain they had enough things to ask as well, so he hoped to make a meeting out of it. His mind wandered for a moment, curious as to where the Daughter went. Was she not comfortable around nude men? He smirked to himself as he perused the thought, extending it into the bounds of fantasy, before shirking that off as well. There was a time and place for everything, and neither of those were now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 03:34:28</strong>
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				Kenneth only chuckled at the comments that the man made.&nbsp; Spirro figure out and be taught what the things were about, what they were, and what they were used for.&nbsp; Manuela smiled and nodded. "I suppose I don't but you are a lot stronger than me.&nbsp; You'll learn what it is later on.&nbsp; After you’ve had some time to settle in.&nbsp; We're going to let you get rested today and then after that, we'll start your education come morning." <br><br>"Next on the list is getting dressed and my daughter will show you around the house.&nbsp; You don't seem like you're a threat of running, a risk of escape.&nbsp; If you were to try, it would be you that you hurt.&nbsp; You are not prepared for out there.&nbsp; Not yet."&nbsp; Not that he could escape the security system that was on the house thanks to his impending arrival.&nbsp; Well, there was always the off chance but Kenny had done his best to think of everything save for the air conditioning duct work. The man wouldn't fit.&nbsp; He chuckled at the thought and handed the gladiator a towel with which to dry off.&nbsp; <br><br>"You smell a world better," Kenneth joked.&nbsp; He'd been sure that his eyes would water the rest of the night.&nbsp; "This world smells a lot better. Usually.&nbsp; Deodorant will be your friend, I know it is mine."&nbsp; Grinning he patted the man on the shoulder and fetched the pump to drain the metal tub.&nbsp; Spirro seemed to be acclimating quite well.&nbsp; <br><br>Manuela grabbed her notebook and pen, jotting down the blood pressure and heart rate, along with the analysis of listening to his lungs.&nbsp; "Here. Put these on," she said, referring to the stack of clothing that contained a pair of cotton, drawstring house pants, a pair of boxers, and a white tee shirt."&nbsp; <br><br>Kenneth hoped that he could figure out how to get dressed.&nbsp; After the man was clothed, Manuela slipped out of the room to get her daughter.&nbsp; Beth returned but Manuela did not.&nbsp; Her father set to emptying the tub by way of a noisy vacuum pump.&nbsp; Blushing, she shook her head. "Alright then. I'm supposed to show you around.&nbsp; You've got a nice soft bed, a few changes of clothing, and necessities."&nbsp; She grinned and motioned for the attractive warrior to follow her.&nbsp; He hadn't shown to be of any danger, she didn't think that he would be.&nbsp; <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nero Czan</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 04:31:48</strong>
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				Spirro chuckled as he glanced over his new attire. He was to become just like them, Eh? Somehow, he seriously doubted it, especially when he threw on the boxers. Did modern civilization enjoy having such restraining clothing? His private area felt as if it was bound and imprisoned, but, out of respect to his Hosts/Masters/Teachers, he let it be. After he finished donning the rest of his "Normal" clothes, he couldn't help but be skeptical as he looked down at himself. His tunic was flimsy and concealing, his poofy pants looking as if he stuck his legs into a long pillow. How could anyone judge strength in this day? Was it all just an elaborate tradition, in order to keep a semblance of order? His mind wandered to Kenneth, and wondered how strong he was under his deceptive attire. There was definitely much to learn, and for the first time since his arrival, he was slightly interested. <br><br>His academic interest was immediately overshadowed by his masculine interest, as the alluring young woman of the household returned. He couldn't help but smile at her as she coyly blushed and spoke, her voice delicately ringing through the air. He barely listened through his thoughts, only moving because of the physical motion. He was curious about how the rest of the how was like, but he knew that every-time he would try to divert his attention, he'd find himself gazing back at her, at one part or another. He answered her grin with his own smirk, the same one he'd give at the Arena, except with a slightly different connotation. Once they had left the renovated Lab/Immigration Office, Spirro spoke, his voice soft and calm, all the while retaining the rugged overtone of raw masculinity.It was an irresistible combination, once again used for a different purpose in his old life, when Intimidation was the name of the game. It was a bit difficult for him to ask his question with a straight face, if only just barely. "So, Beth. Why weren't you the one to bathe me? I would've loved the company. Not comfortable with nude Men perhaps?" He finally let his chuckle out, as they continued walking, his playful smirk settled solidly on his face. He'd let her believe she missed an opportunity, for the sake of fun, although all her mother truly did was give him soap. He shrugged as he glanced down a long and illuminated hall-way, knowing he'd get to it eventually, before continuing in earnest. "But I jest. However, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to know some more about yourself. I figure if we're going to be sharing a household together, I should at least know something about my companions." He thought the reasoning was sound, but he had found himself critiquing every action of his, trying in vain to compare it to the unknown standards of the modern day. This time-travel thing wasn't all it was cracked up to be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 05:12:51</strong>
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				Kenneth could tell from the chuckle that the man didn't think much of his new clothing.&nbsp; He knew that Spirro would take time to adjust to the way that things were and he was amused, very highly, by the gladiator's opinion.&nbsp; Plenty of time would come to grill the chap about his life, plenty would be revealed as things came.&nbsp; He drained the tub and watched as his daughter lead the 'savage' away. <br><br>Giving a tour of the house wasn't the most intellectually challenging feat, but Beth managed just fine…or would have had she not had so much trouble concentrating on the house due to his closeness.&nbsp; She knew what lay under that white shirt and those baggy pants. Well, almost all of it. She hadn't gotten to see the good bits. <br><br>"Ha!" she laughed at his question, her eyes twinkling merrily as she looked at him.&nbsp; "Because, well, for one, it would be a bit odd considering my parents were in the room…" And the sponge might not have been all that had been caressing his skin.&nbsp; "And it was agreed upon. My parents think that I'm still a virgin princess. I'm not, but they wish to protect me from the differences between a man and a woman, as if I were alien to it."&nbsp; Her cheeks flushed and she shook her head. "Not that I've seen that <em>many</em> nude men, but I know my way around…and I'll shut up now."&nbsp; She laughed again and tried to tear her eyes away from that playful smirk.&nbsp; She felt a bit weak in the knees and understood now why women would swoon.&nbsp; Shiiiit.&nbsp; She kept walking, hoping not to trip over anything or get her foot caught on the rug that ran down the center of the hall.&nbsp; <br><br>"So. My mom bathed you?" she asked, a bit intrigued.&nbsp; It sounded like her mom, to a point, but by that same token, her mother hadn't ever touched a male outside of her professional duties other than Beth's father. "About me? Bah. I'm boring. I want to work at the museum with dad.&nbsp; Here's your room." She pointed at the door. "Mine is across the hall.&nbsp; My parents' room is down at the end.&nbsp; This used to be my brother's room, but he moved to another country."&nbsp; She smiled and opened the door, revealing a room with wooden floors, cornflower blue walls, and dark blue bedding.&nbsp; The furniture was black and shiny with gold accents.&nbsp; "But we got you a new bed, painted the walls, and bought new bedding too."&nbsp; She walked to the dresser and bent over, pulling out drawers that held underpants, socks, and similar shirts and pants to what he wore.&nbsp; "We got you these," she said pointing to briefs.&nbsp; "Briefs. And boxers like what you're wearing.&nbsp; But if you don't like those, you don't have to wear anything under your pants. Not all men do.&nbsp; Mom was just being…mom."&nbsp; She laughed and shut the drawers.&nbsp; "My parents will teach you math and reading, well, I will technically, that's what they want to teach you… I'll teach you about society and things that you'll need beyond education." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nero Czan</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 06:12:20</strong>
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				Spirro looked around his new quarters with subtle curiosity, taking in the details piece by piece. This was more along the lines of his technology. Bed, Wardrobe, Chairs. He was relieved to see that there weren't any more future-surprises in his room. He strode over and sat himself on the edge of the bed while she spoke, the springiness taking him a bit by surprise. Another thing he would have to get used to, although ultimately relieved by his heavy-set weight. He chuckled as she mentioned the python-like material laying under his pants. "Ah. That's what they're called. I'm not used to, how to put it... Restraint, on that area. It's not exactly the most soothing sensation. He smirked to her as he laid back atop the bed, his arms, scarred in various places, and bruised in others, laid comfortably behind his head. He had gotten used to sleeping like this, without a pillow, or a bed for that matter, and it had grown into a full-blown habit. He chuckled again when she spoke of education. "I've never been a big scholar, so I'm not entirely sure what Math is, but I can read basic stuff, like posters and what not. I hope you'll be gentle with me when you teach, as I'm not very current with the modern events." He smirked his seductive grin towards her, his mind basking in the glow of his double-entendre. He might not have been the most intelligent man, but he knew his way around a woman's heart. The Muscles helped too.<br><br>He had fought in vain as he struggled to keep his eyes open, the enveloping cushion beneath him soaking away his fatigue. He rested for a moment, hoping Beth wouldn't mind, when the thought came to him. He propped himself up, his arms resting on his knees, as he gazed into Beth's eyes, his mind allured by some enchanting force. "Thanks. For All This you're doing... I'm not sure if you future-types make it a habit of pulling men from the past... But Thanks nonetheless." He gave her a sincere smile before popping off of the bed. With a bit of rejuvenated energy, and a boost of confidence from the long forgotten memory, he walked up to her and took her hand into his, their fingers interlocking. To Hell with all of This. Future-Manners be Damned. He smirked down to her with his usual expression and simply asked, "Shall we continue the tour then?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 07:19:52</strong>
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				She watched his reaction as he looked over the new lodgings where he could hang his weary head.&nbsp; "Yeah. Women wear panties where you wear boxers or briefs…there are more types but we'll go into those later.&nbsp; On our breasts," she said, gesturing to them with her palms turned up and tilted at an angle, "we wear bras.&nbsp; I'll show you a picture of a woman wearing a bra sometime. Maybe panties if you're a good boy."&nbsp; She couldn't wait to get him on a computer and show him the internet, though that would be a while in coming.&nbsp; The thought of mischief never left her mind.&nbsp; Just so long as her parents never found out.&nbsp; <br><br>He seemed to like the room that had been provided for him and she thought that he was going to go to sleep as he lay there.&nbsp; &nbsp;Was he coming onto her? No. He couldn't be!&nbsp; She wasn't ugly, she didn't think that but he was used to half naked girls that smelled like sweat.&nbsp; Ones with thinner bodies and that had very toned muscles from work. She had some muscle but she wasn't at all lined and toned.&nbsp; Her skin was smooth and soft, the edge of her biceps had a line and her stomach did when she tightened it, but it was flat and unblemished. <br><br>Damn did he look fun to straddle!&nbsp; &nbsp;She pushed the thoughts out of her mind as he sat up and looked into her eyes.&nbsp; "No, you're the first. And you're welcome.&nbsp; We're glad to have you here.&nbsp; The only side effect of it that is really possible is for your cock to fall off in the next three days.&nbsp; Other that, we don't know anything from the tests with the monkeys."&nbsp; She burst into giggles and shook her head.&nbsp; "I'm joking, just playing. You're going to be fine."&nbsp; <br><br>She looked down at his fingers and then up into his eyes, surprise written in hers though the blue irises also contained a warmth.&nbsp; "Sure. So long as you won't hold it against me for teasing you about losing your junk."<br><br>At that moment, she heard her mother calling. "Honey, your father is upstairs going over some work if you need him, I'm going to run out and get dinner," her mom said as she headed through the hall after giving a cursory glance to see if everything was okay.&nbsp; "Alright, Mom. Drive safe."&nbsp; She waved and then looked back down to their entwined fingers.&nbsp; Hearing her mother pull out of the garage, her car too quiet to really hear.&nbsp; <br><br>Her father bounded down the steps but called out as well. "If you need me, I'm up here. I'm leaving the door open so if anything happens..."&nbsp; He said, not completely sure about the man's more carnal urges and his daughter's well being.&nbsp; His wife had assured him that their daughter could handle herself but she also had other plans up her sleeve if things went well with Spirro's presence.&nbsp; The woman was a bit into the older ways of things, still holding true to the pantheon that was with her people before the times of Christianity.&nbsp; Though she would not meddle, she had her prayers that she sent to the Gods.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nero Czan</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 21:34:19</strong>
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				Spirro was a bit confused by her joke at first, not sure what his 'junk' had to do with monkeys. Did they procreate with Monkeys in this time? He wouldn't ask, as the thought was too weird even for the future. Instead, he took it as an attempt at seduction, and simply smirked back to her, his expression reassuring. "Fall Off? I'm not worried. I'm sure you'll take good care of me, 'it' included." He simply smiled down at her as his eyes glanced up, sensing a blurring motion as the mother walked past them, and out the door. There was a weird rumbling sound, and Spirro wasn't eager to discover what kind of complicated device they're replaced horses and wagons with. He gazed into her eyes, his mind ever allured to her beautiful face, as he waited for her direction. There was still a tour to be held, and he was looking forward to exploring the house, as well as certain inhabitants...<br><br>Spirro wasn't exactly a perverse or lusty man. Back in his time, Sex was not commonplace, at least among his class, the slave class. Love meant something completely different than the loosely applied modern definition, and was not biased on gender. Spirro had loved many men, most of them being his fellow gladiators, and would've died to protect them, even though Ironically, chances are they would match one day, and be forced to slay or be slain. It was a cruel twist of fate, but one he grown to accept, through the hardships of endless battles, both in the realm of the living, and the realm of his mind. Everything had changed however, with his miraculous transportation to the future. From a first glance, he could tell that hardships were no longer around, extinct due to the will of man. Women seemed to garner the same respect as men, and there was no sight of blood on this man's hands, but certainly there was meat. Where did it come from? Did they simply make meat now? A wave of questions crashed over him, before he forcefully cleared his mind, the gentle woman's seductive tug pulling him off to the side, to continue their little adventure. And what an adventure it would be. He found himself uttering a single request, his voice chuckling as he spoke, with multiple reasons as to his words. <br><br>"Be Gentle with me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 04:36:40</strong>
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				She honestly didn't know what to say as he told her that he was sure that she'd be gentle.&nbsp; She stood there for a moment and opened her mouth, shutting it quickly, and then opening it again.&nbsp; "Yeah. Okay, Dad. It's all good!"&nbsp; He seemed concerned and she knew that if this guy was going to try anything, he'd have done it already.&nbsp; He seemed nothing but polite and open to the experience of getting to know the home. <br><br>"We can go to the kitchen now."&nbsp; She was sure that he would be awed by the ample food.&nbsp; "It's where we store all the food.&nbsp; We buy food at the market.&nbsp; It's a lot different than your old market, full of produce and meats, and clothing."&nbsp; They entered the kitchen after descending another flight of stairs.&nbsp; The room was russet, a mixture of old <em>Italania</em> and modern Italy.&nbsp; The walls and floors were covered in a reddish-brown tile with stone texture, the countertops made of a light grey granite and a small mural of Italian scenes being depicted was made out of tiny tiles on the backsplash of the stove. A copper range hood sat above it, gleaming in the lighting.<br><br>A stainless steel refrigerator stood out, on the other side of the island that held a sink and a garbage disposal, a dish washer right behind it under the opposing counter.&nbsp; Here more modern conveniences graced the counters.&nbsp; A microwave, a blender, and a large stand mixer sat on the granite under some maple cabinets, which lined each countertop save for the island.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'll be gentle. Now have a look around." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nero Czan</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 21:37:50</strong>
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				Spirro couldn't help but gaze around in subtle awe of his surroundings. He didn't know the purpose of most of the appliances, or rather, All of the appliances, but there was something about the island setup and the counters that carried the feel of a kitchen. He first walked over to the large steel fridge, skeptically pulling on the handle as a wave of freezing air hit him. It was an unexpected breeze, and he shivered as he forced himself to open it the rest of the way. In front of him was a variety of foods, some sealed, some canned, other's simply in boxes and cartons. For a moment he was confused, trying to understand how people could eat such waxy looking foods, with such awkward sheens. After a couple moments of reflection however, it became obvious to him, as he dodged his head around the fridge, that the food and drink was <em>inside</em>. It made a lot more sense, but he fought the urge to go through and find out the contents of every container. He shut the door, and continued through the kitchen, his own exploration beginning. <em>This may take a while...</em><br><br>"That was definitely interesting... Thanks." It took Spirro over half an hour to be caught up on the simplest of the kitchen's functions, such as being able to open bottles, microwaving dinners, and even using the sink. Afterwards, he left it with a sense of progress that he had lacked before. The future wasn't as spooky and cryptic as he had imagined, and perhaps there was a small, insignificant chance of him making it through this. As he had finished his questions, and walked over to get ready to head to the next spot on her tour (Hopefully a more comfortable and less complicated one), the deliciously erotic thoughts once again pushed their way into his mind. He had to fight the spontaneous urge to fondle her alluring body right there in the kitchen, but he wasn't entirely sure why. He was definitely attracted to her, and making love would definitely not be an issue for him, but the sensation had come so suddenly, and he wondered how well he really belonged in this place. He considered it just a plainly weird event, and shirked off the feeling. In their own way, they had both already agreed to the terms, so it was only a matter of time. The only issue was...<br><br>Spirro wasn't sure how gentle <em>He</em> would be...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 08:03:03</strong>
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				She watched with amusement as he looked over things, prepared to give him a free run.&nbsp; She was surprised that he hadn't run screaming yet, that he was taking it all in stride.&nbsp; He probably thought that he was dreaming.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Oh. I'm sure it will."&nbsp; She hopped up on the island and sat there with her legs swinging while he worked his way around.&nbsp; <br><br>"You're welcome," she said, having pointed out what a few things were.&nbsp; She told him what a microwave was for and how things worked.&nbsp; <br><br>She figured that after he was done there, she would take him to the living room and let him check it out, see how things looked with the electronics, though they were all off.&nbsp; <br><br>It was fun to watch him experience for the first time the things that she took for granted.&nbsp; It was interesting to see how he reacted to the food.&nbsp; "So. What was your daily life like?" she asked quietly as she hopped off the counter and back down onto the floor.&nbsp; It was more of a slide and wiggle than a graceful hop because she wasn't tall enough to do many leaps and bounds.&nbsp; <br><br>What she didn't know, walking in front of him, was how things would go down.&nbsp; &nbsp;How would they get along? Would he continue to like it here? Would he turn into an asshole of a modern man? What were his core values?&nbsp; "If you could have anything that you wanted in the world," she asked, stopping suddenly in her tracks. "What would it be?"&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nero Czan</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 20:58:23</strong>
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				Spirro was honestly surprised by her second question, as he turned back to face Beth, his stride already taking him a few steps ahead of her. He had missed her first, but guessed that if it was as he expected, it would be answered soon enough. This one however, was not an easy one to answer. It was also one he had to search for in order to answer. He chuckled as his mind waded through the waves of hardened emotions and gruesome masculinity that was expected of him, and simply stated what his heart told him. "I Already have it." He smirked to her, his cryptic answer not necessarily his style, but one he expected would let his future-companions think a bit. There truly was not anything for him to wish for, for more than a couple reasons. One of them was the fact that he simply didn't <em>Know</em> anything about this world. His imagination drew blanks when he tried to think of what lay outside this dwelling, compared to what he saw inside. Another piece of the puzzle was the fact that he was in essence living on borrowed time. Everyone who he knew has been dead for a dozen generations, and with them, his own culture. He had been living on a short leash, staring death in the face every day, but here he had surpassed even the Empire itself. For that, he was eternally grateful to these people, and there was simply nothing else he could hope for. The third was a bit more emotional, and he wasn't very eager to admit the feeling. He found himself falling for this woman, in a way in which he had simply not been allowed to experience. A conflicting expression of the unknown and his carnal instincts clashed inside him as he repressed the occasional lewd thought or idea. All three of these thing suited his answer, and he smirked to himself at his own genius. It was ironic though, as he was most likely the stupidest man on the Planet. He smiled to her as he walked over and took her hand once more, and smoothly talked, his voice still carrying it's own rugged tone, despite the attempt at kindness. "So, Don't worry yourself on my behalf. Forget the tour for now. How about we go and just relax, alone. It's probably easier for me at this moment then you, but after something like this, I tend to enjoy a nice time where I can forget about the entire world, and simply care for me and my own."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 01:29:45</strong>
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				<em>Oi! The enter button is your friend, babe! *rubs her eyes and cries* Pleeeease? </em><br><br>He already had it?&nbsp; "To get out of your old life?&nbsp; It must've been really bad," she mused to him.&nbsp; She pondered it as she walked, wondering what his day to day had been.&nbsp; Three days without food he'd said, before he'd eaten in his cell.&nbsp; Her heart broke for him, the harsh reality of his world so very different from her own.&nbsp; She felt bad for ever complaining about a bad day or the unlucky things that sometimes came her way.&nbsp; <br><br>Her heart ached for him, for the conflict that he must be going through, for the changes and she was glad that he wasn't in his world any longer.&nbsp; The books never said why he disappeared, though some legend had it that the Gods had shown mercy on him and others said that he'd simply escaped.&nbsp; She wondered… thinking about the space-time continuum.&nbsp; Maybe he'd disappeared then…just like he'd disappeared now? Perhaps a time loop? She'd discuss it with her father later but for now she was enjoying his company.&nbsp; <br><br>Looking up into his eyes, her expression soft as he took her hand, she listened to him.&nbsp; "That sounds like a good idea."&nbsp; She squeezed his hand and led him fully into the living room and toward a large, dark brown couch.&nbsp; The material and cushions were soft, the couch rarely used.&nbsp; This room didn't get much family traffic and mostly sat around ignored until it was time to clean it again.&nbsp; "This is… pretty much the most secluded room in the house."&nbsp; She smiled and sat down, patting the seat beside her.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nero Czan</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 02:08:52</strong>
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				<em>Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine. : P</em><br><br>Spirro nodded to her with a nonchalant expression in response to her guess, which was truthfully dead-on. It was not an easy life, nor an enjoyable life, and the thought of throwing a fight in order to end the subtle misery had occurred to him on occasion. He had grown accustomed to it, and it was not really a bother for the past year or so. Nevertheless, he couldn't help but chuckle as the small chunk of his hardened heart saddened over the loss of the Arena, despite his true interests. <br><br>He gladly took a seat next to her, Spirro's body still adjusting to how everything was cushioned in this time. He gratefully sunk into the couch with a smirk, as he laid his arms on the solid backboard of the sofa. He made a strong and solid effort to resist wrapping his arm around her shoulder, and pulling her tightly against his muscle-laden body. He had yet to acquaint himself with <em>any</em> of the future's customs, and was not too eager to overstep an unseen boundary. That wouldn't stop his urge to take action though. He wasn't comfortable with sitting back and not doing anything, unless it was after a long day of solemn combat. His voice carried was as apathetic as it could be, his mind trying to make the question as objective as possible, as he spoke. <br><br>"So... Beth. Does there happen to be a man in your life?" The question was an awkward one to him, as he didn't exactly know how to approach a woman in a civilized way. His women were almost always the leftovers of nobles and senators, fellow slaves, and ones who were lost in bets to the arena. The one's he received he did his best to treat nicely, and as such, he had a sort of harem among the slums that lay in the belly of the arenas. Whether that was borne of a carnal lust or a sense of gratitude, he never could gather, nor did he truly care. He had had other things on his mind then. Yet, even with as clear a mind as ever, he still felt cautious in his motions, as for once, he stepped into the unknown.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 03:22:38</strong>
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				She looked at the way that the t-shirt molded to his body as he stretched his arms out over the back of the sofa.&nbsp; She could tell that he was very proud of his body and that it had been his meal ticket back when.&nbsp; They'd have to get him a gym membership or something.&nbsp; She shuddered at the thought though she knew that she'd be the one to take him.&nbsp; Perhaps in a few weeks, she wanted to give him time to get used to the modern world.&nbsp; <br><br>"We're just kind of going to chill out today. Relax. Tomorrow you will begin your studies.&nbsp; Can you read or write?" She asked her questions solemnly, no judgment in her tone. She wasn't trying to make him feel stupid or alienated with her words.&nbsp; <br><br>Wait. What?&nbsp; His question caught her off guard and a flush filled her cheeks.&nbsp; "No. Not unless you count Julius but he's a canine.&nbsp; He's outside."&nbsp; She laughed and shook her head.&nbsp; "Men…don't really pay much attention to me, not the ones that I want to, at any rate."&nbsp; She wanted more than a mutual love for history and it was only the very… men like her father who where complete history nerds.&nbsp; She felt about as attracted to them as she did her father, as well.&nbsp; Buh! <br><br>"I tend to stick to my studies.&nbsp; But hey, it gives me time to spend training and teaching you!" She grinned.&nbsp; "Just wait till I teach you how to use that kitchen." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nero Czan</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 03:41:32</strong>
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				Spirro chuckled. He wasn't a scholar or anything, but he had managed to make out the names on some of the boxes inside the kitchen. Even if he didn't know what they were, he considered that good enough for him. "I can read some things, but I'm not sure how well I can write..." He had to find the way to phrase his next statement. It was an awkward concession, and one that he was not entirely comfortable with, being such a Manly-man. "I've never actually written much of anything, 'sides my own name and a few notes. I take it that's on my study list too?" He smirked over to her, his mind not exactly looking forward to the education, but more than eager to spend the time with her.<br><br>It was actually a bit of a surprise to Spirro when he found out there was no other man in the picture. Naturally, his playful nature over-exaggerated the reaction on his expression, but he couldn't see how such a woman could stay alone for so long. He pushed this away as another concept of the future, and simply threw on his usual smirk as he glanced over to her red cheeks. "Do you... Want <em>my</em> attention?" His pause was another annoying product of his still adapting persona, the rugged courting of his time instinctively pursuing alternative routes. Plus, there was that odd sensation at the pit of his gut. A slight feeling of warmth, beyond the physical sense. Perhaps there was something wrong with him.<br><br>Not one to stop half-way, his upbeat, yet slightly awkward flirting was shaping up nicely. Perseverance was something Spirro had experience with, albeit not exactly in romance. "So, do I count as one of your studies now?" He fully understood his role in this new world, and was perfectly content with being an experiment. He had long since come to terms with being a pawn in someone else's overall plans, and was simply happy to be in such good company, in a world that not even the philosophers of the Senate could imagine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 04:10:17</strong>
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				"Okay. Good, you can read so that’s a good start!" She smiled and was very pleased with the progressive news, her mind spinning with it, thinking of the things she wouldn't need to teach him.&nbsp; If he had a basic knowledge of reading, it made her job a lot easier and meant that he would progress faster.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yes, you'll need to learn to read and write, how to do mathematics - erm.. similar to alchemy?"&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>If her embarrassment had been noticeable it increased tenfold when he asked if she wanted <em>his</em> attention.&nbsp; She could see that sexy smirk on his lips and she once more opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water.&nbsp; Yes, she most certainly did want his attention but should she?&nbsp; She couldn't answer; there was no way to get the words out of her mouth in a way that wasn't jumbled and nonsensical.&nbsp; <br><br>"Something like that, you could say?"&nbsp; She swallowed and turned her head away, trying to get the flush in her cheeks to die out.&nbsp; "You're…very alluring," she admitted, swallowing and feeling as if she needed to remove her shirt simply due to her raised body heat.&nbsp; Perspiration beaded at her hair line despite the coolness of the room and she licked her dry lips.&nbsp; Her breasts rose and fell more swiftly, their movements obvious of a woman who had dirty things on her mind and wetness growing between her legs.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nero Czan</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 21:06:41</strong>
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				Spirro's grin grew ever so slightly as she grabbed for a voice, before swiftly turning away. It was an easy answer to his question, and perhaps a better one than words could provide. His arm fell down off the backing, and laid gently atop her shoulder, as he slid closer to her. He spoke with sincerity, albeit with a tinge of playfulness. "Please, No need to be embarrassed on my behalf. The last thing I want to do is lose sight of that beautiful face of yours." He was enjoying himself, more than all of his days before him. He was free, free to do whatever he pleased and with whomever he pleased, and he planned to take advantage of that.<br><br>Spirro chuckled as she complimented him, his mind wondering for a split second about where this would lead. Her motions were only supplementing his attraction however, and he kept his smirk as he let out his subtle laugh, his arm reaching out. He took her gently by the chin, and turned her vision back to him, his eyes gazing into hers, and his voice swiftly swooping into her ears. It was only natural to have eye-contact during a conversation. "Thank You... You're pretty <em>alluring</em> yourself." He found the warmth in her face adorable, as the blush settled in, and found himself subconsciously leaning in, his rugged face inching closer to hers. His lips yearned for her touch, and slowly moved towards their mark. He wasn't sure he'd be able to stop himself if need be, but at that moment, he couldn't give a damn if the house was on fire. He had more important things to attend to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 05:47:59</strong>
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				Beth took a sharp breath when she felt his arm move around her shoulders.&nbsp; It was both cool and hot to her senses at the same time.&nbsp; The tone of his voice was amusing but she didn't knw how she wanted to handle this.&nbsp; How did he operate back when?&nbsp; The Romans were <em>notorious</em> for orgies…&nbsp; "Hard not to…you've… your time was…"&nbsp; A time of great greed and decadence and now in the modern world diseases were something people had to be prepared for, she knew that the swabs that her mother had taken from the inside of his mouth the moment that he'd arrived were clean, he'd been asleep for a while.&nbsp; <br><br>She didn't look back at him and she didn't try to, she couldn't. She just let her head stay where she face away from him until he turned her face gently back toward his.&nbsp; Her eyes locked on his as she peered at him and she felt like she was being sucked through a tunnel and right into them.&nbsp; <br><br>"I…" Great. She needed to calm down or she was going to start stuttering.&nbsp; "I appreciate that, thank you."&nbsp; As he moved closer, she held her breath for a few seconds and started leaning toward him as well.&nbsp; She really should stop…really should get up and continue the tour but she'd been wondering about the man since she first laid eyes on him and here he was, all clean and not stinky…he smelled rather good actually.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Her lips pressed against his, surprised at the softness of them.&nbsp; They looked so hard and masculine but their appearance lied.&nbsp; She kissed him hungrily, pressing closer, her breath coming in sharp gasps as her body got closer.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nero Czan</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 21:45:00</strong>
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				Spirro couldn't help but grip her shoulder firmly, as the passion reverberated through his body. He hadn't actually expected such a response from her, but he had hoped for it. His mind was overcome with masculine pleasure, as he let his tongue fly loose, to explore the damp cavern of her mouth. His tongue took in every exotic flavor he could find, as it swirled and danced around with it's partner. His hands would not lay idle either, as he sightlessly lifted her legs up, swinging them onto his lap to allow him more room. <br><br>He wrapped his other arm down around her waist, as he pressed her body tight against his. The subtle warmth of her breasts seeped through the fabric in-between them, and his own body temperature began to rise. His arms pressed against her back in an almost oscillating motion, like a wave in an ocean. Again and again her breasts pressed and released, pressed and released, his own body temperature easily felt through the thin fabric he was given. He was occupied, all of his senses taking in her presence, in every form possible.<br><br>The heat of his 'passion' had finally become unbearable, and he let his grip slacken and vanish as he pulled his arms back, eager to remove the constraining piece of clothing around him. He pulled back ever so slightly, his mouth protesting heavily, as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the myriad of scars across his chest, and the muscles they were bound to. He smirked at her, his eyes only inches from her, and allowing her a prime angle to view him in his glory. For all he knew, this was the last time he'd be able to restrain himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 02:52:31</strong>
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				He tasted good, like the meal that she'd prepared for him and something else though she couldn't place it.&nbsp; It wasn't unpleasant, just foreign to her.&nbsp; <br><br>The kiss made her warm up even more and she didn't understand the way that he pushed her closer and then let her go so she focused instead on tasting his lips, savoring the feel of his mouth, and getting lost in the kiss.&nbsp; She greatly enjoyed the way that his arms surrounded her and she groaned into his mouth.&nbsp; <br><br>With her nipples hard from the constant teasing grip of his arms, she panted as she watched him pull his shirt off, revealing to her his scarred upper torso.&nbsp; She whimpered and licked her lips before reaching for the hem of her own shirt, crossing her arms over her stomach before she pulled the light blue cotton up over her head, revealing her black lace bra that cupped her plump tits and pushed them up and together.&nbsp; Her breasts strained against the cups as she took deep and ragged breaths, staring into his eyes with increasing hunger.&nbsp; <br><br>On one hand she thought that this was a very bad idea but her practical rationality was pushed to the side by her lusts for him and her raging libido.&nbsp; She reached for the draw string of his pants and then decided to speak.&nbsp; "If you don't want to do this, I suggest telling me now." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nero Czan</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 04:51:56</strong>
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				Her subtle moans only fueled the raging fire within him, and he found himself straining to hold himself back. It was not something he was used to doing, but he had decided that most of the things in this strange world would be things he wasn't used to doing. That didn't mean he wasn't good at them though, and this was something he could definitely manage.<br><br>He smirked to her as she removed her shirt, his curiosity minuscule compared to the flaming lust of his body, and looked over the delicate bra, tightly holding her luscious breasts. He could see the beast in her eyes, and knew that there was no turning back. Her words only confirmed that, as did her actions, which were very welcome by this point. <br><br>He only grinned to her as he answered, her fingers tugging at his pants hungrily. "Even if I didn't, I'm not too sure you'd stop." He gently brushed one hand across her chest, circling around the ornate lace, and feeling her soft breasts as he passed. Those would be his treats for later. For now, it was only polite to let her have her way, and he leaned slightly back to allow her all the room she needed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 05:17:32</strong>
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				Beth wasn't sure what to say to him at his comment.&nbsp; "Nope, if you said no, I'd stop.&nbsp; I'm not one to press for something when I'm not wanted," she said pointedly, pulling the bow loose and stretching out his bottoms with her arm as her hand reached in to grip his cock through the confines of his boxers.&nbsp; She liked the feel of his soft skin that was trapped by what he hadn't liked.&nbsp; "You should really go without them. No one will know unless you decide to change clothing in front of my mom."&nbsp; She snickered and rubbed her hand over his length, massaging his balls gently with her fingertips.<br><br>Her sense of touch delighted as he brushed his hand around her breast.&nbsp; She wasn't all that used to men being so gentle, the little experience that she had was that they were either aggressive or fumbling.&nbsp; Maybe fumbling counted as gentle because the guy was too scared to actually <em>grab</em> anything.&nbsp; <br><br>She leaned forward and kissed him again before pressing her lips to his neck and sucking her way down his flesh.&nbsp; She moaned at the scent of him and her pussy clenched, heat racing through her core.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nero Czan</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 14:46:59</strong>
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				Spirro fought the inclination to moan at her caress, keeping his breathing hard and even as his cock pushed against his underwear. That would definitely need to go, and soon, otherwise things might get iffy. Plus, he was sure she could have more fun with it if she could actually see, and he was definitely not against that.<br><br>Spirro let out soft groans of pleasure as she sucked his neck, her hand fondling his balls as she explored him, running down his chest. He took one hand to slide down his pants, ignoring the slight chafing, and then without a second thought, simply took the opening flap of his boxers, and tore it away, ripping the entire fabric into a flat piece of cloth, which he nonchalantly threw aside. He let out a sigh of relief as his cock rose, unrestrained in it's advances, as was he. <br><br>He laid a hand through her hair as she slid her mouth down his body, his own hand going farther down her back as she did, until it firmly reached her ass, gripping and massaging it with carnal lust. There was no stopping now.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 10:31:23</strong>
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				[eh… apparently she's not the most skilled with oral… &gt;.&lt;]<br><br>Beth giggled as he tore his boxers. "They do pull down, you know."&nbsp; She smirked at him, her head tilted down slightly and her hair half slung over her shoulder. <br><br>She worked her way down his stomach and lay against the couch, almost flat on it as her lips brushed over the head of his cock.&nbsp; She moaned and let her mouth take him in, feeling his hand in her hair.&nbsp; Beth didn't think twice about it as her hand moved over his balls, wedging between his thighs to get to them.&nbsp; Taking him deep into her mouth, she pushed his head into her throat and moaned as he gripped her ass.&nbsp; <br><br>Needing him, she fought between continuing to pleasure him and pouncing his sexy form.&nbsp; She held off on the latter and kept sucking, moving her head back and forth and letting her lips rub over his sensitive satiny flesh. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nero Czan</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 23:24:35</strong>
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				Spirro let his head lean back slightly as she went down on his hard cock. His hand wrapped around to the back of her head, firmly guiding her harder and deeper, as his moans intensified with each pulsating motion. It was a remarkable sensation, and he wouldn't care if both parents walked in at that very moment. Hell, that may have been an exciting twist that he was hoping for.<br><br>As he throbbed into the edge of her throat, as she pressed her lips deep against his base, he found himself burning with desire. Spirro's hand began forcing her movements, with a subtle grip as she continued to pleasure his stiff flesh with her mouth. He found his lust continuously rising, until it had hit a point where it could settle nicely, and allow himself to gain a semblance of control over his own body. He was cautious about letting his savage emotions get the best of him in this place. This was not Rome anymore, although, Technically it was.<br><br>Nevertheless, he couldn't take the temptation any longer. Spirro grinned down at her as she came up, her lips dripping with desire, as he got up, placing his weight on his knees as he literally lifted her entire weight, and swung it around, seemingly without an ounce of effort. He positioned her so that she could hold onto the edge of the couch, and went ahead and took the liberty of sliding down her pants, her ass seductively propped in the air as he pushed her knees up.<br><br>He simply smirked as Spirro laid his fiery cock between her luscious cheeks, letting it rub up against her soft panties, as he laid down above her back, careful not to put too much weight on her. His hands wound around her as they slipped her bra down, revealing the pair of pleading breasts. It was only polite to answer their requests, and he began to fondle them, occasionally pulling at her hard nipples for excitement. His voice came out as a whisper at her ear, a seductive and brutally lustful tone. "So, What Now? My primitive mind seems to have forgotten the next step." Spirro always had time for some playful fun, especially of the sexual kind. He was a <em>very</em> encouragable man...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 17:48:10</strong>
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				She liked the way that he helped to control her head but did hope that he wouldn't get too excited and end up doing something too rough.&nbsp; &nbsp;The gentle pressure of his hand dragged a moan from between her lips.&nbsp; Her sucking turned hungry, her tongue massaging more vigorously against his prick and her bodily movements more sexual and aroused.&nbsp; <br><br>With the surprising way that he suddenly moved her, she squeaked loudly in surprise and desire. She squirmed as he pulled her pant down.&nbsp; She impatiently shoved her panties down off of her ass at his words and her cheeks filled with color as he was able to gaze upon her glistening, bare lips.&nbsp; She was slightly embarrassed at the mental image of her pussy on such brazen display though it only increased her arousal with just the knowledge that she was that wet for him.&nbsp; She resisted the urge to reach back and finger herself because it would only be a tease for her and she ached deep within for his cock to fill her void. <br><br>His cock moved over the fabric, the damp material brushing against his tip before it sprang free of the edge and smacked her pussy lips while he pulled her bra down and played with her breasts and nipples.&nbsp; "If you can't remember the next step, we shouldn't be in this position."&nbsp; She snickered and reached down between her legs to grasp his cock, rubbing the tip between her folds and against her clit.&nbsp; She pushed the ridged crown against her little clitty and rolled her hips and hand in motions that would cause his edge to move back and forth over her hard nub.&nbsp; Whimpering and leaking more of her arousal, it began to coat his cock and accumulate on his flesh.&nbsp; "Maybe I can jog your memory?" <br><br>Sighing softly, she pushed his tip back against her entrance and pressed just enough for the very tip to nudge her muscles as if she were trying to push him in and part them with his rod.&nbsp; She pulled back and moved his cock down to tease her clit again, her eyes containing fire and her lips holding a playful smirk.&nbsp; There was no turning back for her now, but she wanted to taunt him into remembering that next step.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nero Czan</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 21:02:47</strong>
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				Spirro grinned back as she began to guide his cock for him. It was a nice sensation, as almost a sort of maid service, and only made his throbbing more intense, as his stiff rod bulged out even more. Years of back-breaking labor and daily gladiatorial fights required a lot of protein and exercise, and his biceps weren't the only ones who benefited. That much was obvious to both parties, as his cock poked his head into her pleading pussy, before popping out and returning to rub her delicious clit. <br><br>"Ah, Is it... This..?" He smirked down at her, his fingers pulling erotically at her nipples hard as his hips rubbed against hers, the entirety of his shaft sliding back and forth across her pussy and waist. It was difficult for him to resist the temptation, but he had done so for a year or so this time around. Another few moments weren't <em>too</em> hard. The dirty play was just as fun, after all.<br><br>As he kept rubbing his cock, the wet, juice-covered tip sliding up the front of her body, he whispered in her ear, his hands mindlessly fondling her luscious breasts. "Tell me, Are you imagining it right now? How it would feel to have my dick go so far, inside of your wet pussy? I'm not too sure if I should even do it, lest you faint from the ecstasy. In fact, I might just need some begging to help coax me into it..." He smirked to himself as his tongue traced the outside of her ear, and his cock continued to drip with her natural lubricant. It was taking all of his willpower to stop him from ravaging her at any moment, but it was definitely worth it... In it's own way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 03:08:03</strong>
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				Though she gasped as he pulled on her nipples and shuddered as he slid his length against her, she shook her head. "Noooo," she moaned, her teeth gnashing together in pleasant frustration as she endured his playful taunting.&nbsp; She could feel her wetness being spread against her skin and she wanted him in her.&nbsp; <br><br>His voice against her ear and his wonderful words caused her to tremble against his chest, her head moving back against his shoulder as he spoke and her mind imagining his words as they left his mouth.&nbsp; She pictured his cock filling her, opening her up.&nbsp; "Noo!" she whined when he said that he shouldn't.&nbsp; He wanted her to beg? She was close to doing it on her own.&nbsp; He put her in a vulnerable position, she felt powerless though she knew that she could take what she wanted but she wanted him to do it to her <em>again</em> if all went well.&nbsp; She didn't want to ruin anything. <br><br>It occurred to her what he must be used to, his time was different and men and women were not equal then.&nbsp; He was used to being the powerful one, the provider.&nbsp; "Please, Spirro. God please put your cock in me. <em>Please</em>.&nbsp; You have me aching so deep."&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nero Czan</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 04:00:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Spirro simply smiled to himself, and whispered one last phrase, as his hips wound back as to allow him space to thrust into her. "That's a Good Girl..."<br><br>The movement was swift, and the seemingly endless taunting had left her plenty wet,&nbsp; providing him with enough soaked lubrication to give him free reign over her pussy, as it enveloped and squeezed his stiff cock. He let out deep-toned moans of pure pleasure as he stretched her out, his thrusts for the moment slow and steady. He remained leaned over on her back, his ears picking up her ecstatic moans as the finest music, and his hands mindlessly continued to fondle and torment her breasts, her nipples as hard as rock.<br><br>As Spirro's hips picked up speed, he pulled himself back up, his back straightening as he knelt straight, his cock thrusting in and out of her tight pussy. His hands took firm handfuls of ass as he pulled her with his thrusts, pushing his cock even deeper, until he could hear the lustful slapping of her ass against his skin, as her pussy took his manhood in it's entirety. He tauntingly held it in for a few moments, before slowly pulling it out, doing long and painfully slow thrusts as his entire shaft forced it's way into her naughty flower. <br><br>Her moans were fueling his passion, and he had no intent of stopping anytime soon. Between heavy breaths, he spoke again, his playful mind not entirely satisfied, although his masculine one may be. "Is this what you wanted? Did you want my stiff cock filling up your insides? As long as you admit that you're my dirty little girl now, I promise to give you this pleasure whenever you desire. I swear it on my honor as a Roman." He smirked as he gave an extra emphasis on his last word, a loud slap as he slammed his rod into her with a bit more force. He was a proud man, and he would not let himself disappoint his partner, especially in such an important matter as this.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 07:41:04</strong>
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				She heard his words of praise and she whimpered softly at the sound of them.&nbsp; The words stirred something inside of her and she didn't really understand what it was or why those words did. She wanted to give him what she could and for some reason she wanted to hear those words again.&nbsp; Chomping over the slow, steady pace, she rolled her hips back, hitting down on his cock swiftly. <br><br>"Mmm yeah," she moaned, quivering as he picked up speed.&nbsp; She put her cheek against the arm of the chair and lewdly lifted and raised her ass, rapidly matching his tempo and force.&nbsp; Her little cunny stretched open widely around his cock and greedily sucked at it, pulling against his veiny shaft and trying to devour his fuck stick the best that it could.&nbsp; "Ohhh gooooohhhhd," she moaned.&nbsp; "Yes. Yes, I want. Wanted. <em>Neeed</em> it," she rattled, her tongue thick in her mouth and weighted with her desire.&nbsp; <br><br>His dirty little girl? The thought caused her to clench him tightly within her. "I'm…mmmyour dirty, dirrrty little girl," she moaned out as she rocked back against him, pleasure licking at her collar bones from the stimulation that his cock caused, hitting her back wall, his balls thumping her clit, and his hips crushing her lips between them.&nbsp; Oh she was a dirty little girl, indeed.&nbsp; "An-any time I want?&nbsp; You're in…sooo much…mmmtrouble."&nbsp; She would want it a lot. He might need lotion or a lunch.&nbsp; Her pussy was hungry almost always.&nbsp; "I'm your dirty…little…ohhh shiiit!" Her breath hitched and she jerked bodily. "Little… giiirl."&nbsp; Shit she wondered if he wanted to be called Daddy or something, it almost flew past her mouth.&nbsp; &nbsp;As his length speared her hard, she squealed. "LIKE THAAAT," the loud, thick moan rumbled from her throat, pleasure spiking within her.&nbsp; "Pleeeeaseeeee, oh yeahhh," she whimpered, slurring as she stiffened, her cunt locking down on his cock, squeezing him firmly as she burst over her edge. <br><br>She lay there as she soared, moving her hips mindlessly and with no discernable rhythm.&nbsp; She just seemed to need his cock in her as hard and as fast as she could and was determined to have it, all the while her internal muscles began to milk and shudder around him, rippling up and down his cock, massaging him.&nbsp; "Cuuummm… innnn meee," she moaned through her pleasure, driven by the need to have his spend inside of her.&nbsp; Her hips collided harshly with his body as she sprayed him down, soaking the couch, him, herself, and feeling the splashing, splattering of his body smacking hers with the added wetness.&nbsp; Fuck.&nbsp; Live was good.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nero Czan</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 04:09:42</strong>
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				Spirro's mind was hanging up with Zeus himself as his throbbing shaft pounded faster and faster, the soft flesh around it pulsating with vicious lust. The sensation was literally heavenly, and his ecstasy was pushed ten-fold as she admitted to being his little slut. He planned to get his fill out of the deal, and he was more than sure she'd return the favor. <br><br>Her endless pleas and erotic cries brought out his own, and as he ravaged her with his thick cock, which both her mind and body were begging for, he found the time of his climax edging ever closer. Yet even as his breath was heavy with desire, and his moans deep and broad, he still retained his playful nature. It was a natural defense against the hardships of his previous life, where staring death in the face was an actual situation, and it remained as an irresistible habit in this time. He leaned over swiftly, his hands taking her arms behind her, as he pulled and held her up by his grip. He moaned savagely as he pounded her rapidly, like a piston in a modern engine, and her breasts frantically swayed in response as they now hung above the soft and damp fabric beneath.<br><br>Spirro would have one more word before the finale, and his voice came through between thick gasps and groans. "Beth... I'm Going to... Make sure your.. Body is Never unsatisfied... Again. Consider it 'Payment for the... Teach-h-hing." He subtly grit his teeth as he finished speaking, his mind glad to return to the euphoric lust of the moment. His groin was inflamed with passion, and he felt himself shoved over the edge as she begged for him to fill her naughty flower with his seed. His answer was simply a loud roar, a lion's yell of victory, as his shaft pumped his thick juice deep into her canal, and he gently let her fall against the couch, his breath evening out once more. He was a quick healer and recoverer, but this was an amazing experience, and one he'd strive to recreate in any place he could. After all, he had to keep up with her naughtiness in the end.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 10:27:48</strong>
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				Beth rushed back on him, hitting against him harder and harder, shaking as she did, her body building up again as he kept pumping, kept shoving into her.&nbsp; She was a bit shocked at the return of the sensation, only when masturbating was she ever able to come to a second climax, never during the few times she had, though some of those lacked a first time if the truth was told. <br><br>"Ohhh god!" she squealed as he pulled her arms up behind her and held her by them, pummeling her little pussy with the head and thickness of his cock, his hips barreling against her.<br><br>His words and the sound of his pleasure-strained voice, even if he was turning the best fuck of her life into a business arrangement, sent her hurtling toward the edge, hanging on by threads because she wanted to feel him cum before she would let go.&nbsp; "Spi...iirr...rrooo!" she groaned, each syllable punctuated by his thrusts.<br><br>The roar that he gave shoved her off of her cliff and her pussy milked him, her head thrown back, her mouth open as a look of serene peace covered her face.&nbsp; Her entire body, every nerve, worked together as he gave her a second climax.&nbsp; Her pussy soaked him again, a hot rushing trickle pouring down his cock.&nbsp; <br><br>Her face met the cushion and her arms flopped down to her sides, one hanging off the edge of the couch as she struggled for breath and her legs jerked as aftershocks centering from both her core and clit shot down them. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nero Czan</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 17:43:01</strong>
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				Spirro strained to regain his masculine composure, his breathing deep and strong. He laid atop her soft, warm body, and wrapped his arms around her waist as his body recovered. His cock was still quivering, as it kept it's stimulation from the shock of her orgasm. He simply smirked to himself, enjoying the dwindling sensation.<br><br>After he had recovered from his massive seeding, Spirro propped his body up on his palms, and slowly pulled his still-throbbing dick from her satisfied pussy. His cum had rushed out and filled her canal like a waterfall, but her tight flower held on, and his cock had formed a dam for his seed; one that had just been removed. <em>Eh, The couch can take a hit or two.</em><br><br>With his characteristic smirk, and his breathing a bit more soft, he leaned down to whisper in her ear, her body splayed out in pure ecstasy. "Are you sure you can handle this often?" His tongue brushed against her ear as he wrapped his arms around her waist in a gentle embrace. His mind was at peace, but now that the deed was done, he wondered about the father, and what situation might arise if he decided to come check on his little girl. His mind shirked the thought off; Either way, Fun was on the menu.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 11:27:12</strong>
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				Feeling him on top of her made her whimper and she lay there, her breath puffing out large lock of her hair where it had fallen clumsily over her mouth.&nbsp; "Oh…my…fucking…god…" she managed to whisper while trying to catch her breath.&nbsp; She could feel him still inside of her, filling her pussy and blocking their cum.&nbsp; She could feel that too, build up inside of her, hot and watery, waiting to be loosed.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Her pussy clenched again, pushing out even more of their cum, as he looked down at what rushed from her body when he withdrew.&nbsp; She could see it in her mind's eye, her pussy used, creamed, and on display.&nbsp; It made her hot and she had a <em>very</em> active imagination, one often bolder than things she could bring herself to do.&nbsp; Like wear leather panties or vibrators in public, especially if the concept was combined.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm so gonna be scrubbing it. Or say that the dog got in…"&nbsp; She was referring to the couch, the pristine, brown couch with white stains.&nbsp; She giggled. Love stains. She'd seen Harold and Kumar go to White Castle one too many times.&nbsp; Goosebumps broke out on her skin as she shivered at the whisper against her ear.&nbsp; "Mmmm! Yeeeah," she drawled, "I'll be ready in five minutes. What about you?" She couldn't help her catty reply, the way that he licked her ear was just too erotic. <br><br>Realizing that her dad might decide to come downstairs at any moment, she feebly pushed up off of the couch and felt the remnants of his cum and hers run down her thighs.&nbsp; "Damn, so messy," she whispered, reaching for her jeans.&nbsp; "I've gotta take a shower now.&nbsp; Dad will smell me.&nbsp; Shit, so do you!"&nbsp; Naked, grabbing their clothes, she grasped his arm and led him back to her bedroom, moving through the hallways at top speed.&nbsp; Once inside, she laughed and shut the door.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nero Czan</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 00:47:49</strong>
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				Spirro could only grin as her pussy pushed out the proof of their deed, the sticky cum dripping onto the sofa, leaving a deep and visible stain on the fabric. He loved the sight of her creamy pussy, and brushed his cock against the sensitive flesh once more, a playful tease, or rather a preview for more to come.<br><br>He laughed as she went over her solutions to the evidence that had poured from her delicious body, and he found himself ready to take her again on a moment's notice. Her voice graced his ears with seductive words, and Spirro was on the verge of thrusting back into her drained and ravaged pussy. But, as he leaned down to kiss her, he felt a strong push, and eager to oblige, he lifted himself up, his body straightening against the couch. He chuckled once he realized what had her in such a hurry, and simply smirked as he ran with her to her room. Once inside, he found himself laughing with her, her expression irresistible as he leaned in close, and gave her another brief taste of his lips, and tongue.<br><br>His voice came out in his playful tone, as his lips parted only an inch or so from hers. "You know... I usually walk into a woman's chambers before the deed, not after. This future stuff is <em>very</em> confusing... Now, what's this 'shower' thing? Is it a place to hide?" His mind wandered as he imagined this miraculous machine, wherein no one could find them. He chuckled to himself as he realized exactly what they'd be doing in that case, and welcomed the thought. Let's see how fun this Shower can be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 03:07:57</strong>
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				She whimpered softly as his body moved closer and he leaned down to kiss her, resulting in a brush of their lips all too brief.&nbsp; "Mmm. Tease," she whispered and then lightly licked over his bottom lip as he spoke.&nbsp; "Yes, well, that was the couch and a lot of ladies like it on the kitchen table to."&nbsp; She coughed and her cheeks reddened slightly at the confession.&nbsp; "I like weird places and neither did you seem to be complaining!"&nbsp; She did have a point. <br><br>Laughing gently at his idea of a shower, she shook her head. "It's a bath that you stand up in, the water pours down on you like rain.&nbsp; It saves water usually and it's fun."&nbsp; She pulled him toward it.&nbsp; "See. Like a bath tub," she said of the tub, a deep round basin shape set down into the tiled floor. Above the tub was a square with holes, ready to rain their shower down.&nbsp; She turned on the water and then engaged the shower, letting the steam warm up.&nbsp; The fixture also had a light in it so there would be light moving through her water - something that she found rejuvenating and refreshing.&nbsp; Something about water with light shining through was majestic and erotic to her, exotic and just filled her with energy.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh a shower can be fun."&nbsp; She dropped their clothes and stepped under the water.&nbsp; Towels, a few, were neatly stacked on a metal wire wall rack.&nbsp; The water soaked her hair, making it stick to her skin, ran down her body in rivulets, over her stomach and down over her thighs.&nbsp; She leaned back, letting the water fall on her face, completely soak her breasts in a slick, wet layer, and it shone brightly with the light above.&nbsp; She knew she was being a tease but she had an opportunity!&nbsp; This man hadn't ever seen porn, not like it was available to her.&nbsp; She had a chance to be…his first idea of a woman of her time…and that idea would stick.&nbsp; It was sneaky…but she wanted him to want her.&nbsp; She knew that one day he'd be around other women and she wanted to be the one that he longed for. Especially after he'd given her what for on the couch. She'd never felt anything like it before. <br><br>&nbsp;Her fingers slid between her legs, rubbing his cum up and down her slit, over her little clitty and up on her mound to be rinsed away.&nbsp; Her fingers delved again and she brought them to her lips, tasting their juices.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nero Czan</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 03:56:23</strong>
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				Spirro chuckled once Beth showed him the shower, in all it's tiled glory. He seriously doubted how clean they could get if they were both in a bath together, but he went with the idea regardless. After all, it was she that needed to clean herself; Spirro was used to such conditions. It was actually something that aroused his curiosity, as both men and women were lucky to get a bath twice a month, or at least, to his knowledge.<br><br>All of his extraneous thoughts however were thrown away the moment she stepped under the running water. He had been in awe of these future-candles, that hung behind covers all around the house, yet as the steam filled the bathroom, the light shone throughout, vibrantly reflecting off the thin layer of water running over her luscious form. Her supple breasts glowed with the radiance of an angel, and Spirro found himself in awe of her erotic beauty. <br><br>His devious smirk returned once she started cleaning her dirty flower however, and he felt himself ready to pounce when she brought her sticky fingers to her mouth. He gracefully strode into the shower, his steps firm and cautious on the wet surface beneath him. Yet his mind did not care about such things, they were simply habits of a past life, one lost to him forever. He had more important matters to attend to, and he smirked as he walked up and pressed her gently against the wall of the shower, his lips passionately melting into hers, as he stood slightly to the left of her, his right arm propping himself up against the wall. His other arm decided to go on a little trip of it's own, and his hand briskly took her own into it's grasp, sliding down to continue her act, as it helped her finger her aching pussy. He was simply guiding her as she masturbated; his own playful way of teasing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 05:27:58</strong>
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				She watched as he gazed upon her, paying attention to his face and eyes.&nbsp; He seemed hungry and she was ready for seconds of that herself.&nbsp; Her tongue moved out over her lips as she sucked on her finger.&nbsp; She let her eyes roam over his neck and chest, so strong from his life.&nbsp; He was a <em>real</em> man. The thought crossed her mind again and it sent fire racing through her loins. He wasn't going to play with her mind like others would, if he didn't want her, she had no doubt that he'd say it up front.&nbsp; From his appearance, he wanted her.&nbsp; He wanted her badly and she had <em>no</em> problem with that.&nbsp; <br><br>Her body pressed gently against the wall of the shower and she returned his kiss passionately, groaning as he took her hand and pushed it back between her legs, rubbing her clit with her own fingers.&nbsp; It felt different than simply rubbing it herself and she kept kissing him, her other hand moving to stroke him.&nbsp; She groaned into his mouth, her tender pussy clenching air from how delightful she found the situation.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nero Czan</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 06:31:14</strong>
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				Spirro spoke between breaths, his mouth unwilling to break his lip's embrace. His tone was already rough, heavy with distraction and emotion, as his hand melted away in the hot flesh of her naughty pussy. "So... Is This... How you all... Get Clean in the Future..?" He pressed her harder against the wall, as his other hand started to fondle her glowing breasts, taking her sensitive nipple in-between his fingers and rolling it back and forth. His hand took on a mind of his own as it continued to play with her delicious bosom, and Spirro left it be, as his other hand decided to stick it's fingers in as well, joining her own in the delicious thrusts into her flower.<br><br>Spirro slowly moved, his mouth leaning over to her ear, and whispered sensuously inside, as he fingered her pussy with two sets of fingers. "I think we might need another shower after this then..." He traced the outline of her ear with his tongue, before moving down to kiss the sides of her neck, his fingers soaking with her juices, only to be rinsed by the falling water. It was a miraculous feeling, as the passionate heat of his body clashed with the soothing fall of water. He could definitely enjoy this future.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 07:08:03</strong>
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				"Mmpffff," she said into his mouth as he let his hand move against the wet, hot flesh between her legs.&nbsp; She wanted him right then, no more teasing. "Sooorta," she mumbled back at his question about getting clean.&nbsp; It was the dirtiest shower that she'd ever had.&nbsp; She stroked him more swiftly, her hand gripping him tighter as she pressed her breasts against his fingers. <br><br><br>"Ahhhh<em>ha</em>," she moaned as his fingers moved with hers.&nbsp; Her hips rolled forward, her head turned as his lips moved toward her ear.&nbsp; "Oh god, probably."&nbsp; Thankfully, they had a large hot water heater.&nbsp; She shuddered bodily as he licked her ear and then her neck.&nbsp; "Please," she said, breaking down and almost falling to her knees in front of him.&nbsp; She managed to stay up, her knees bending and she slid down the wall a few inches, bucking against his fingers.&nbsp; "Fuck me again. Please.&nbsp; You're driving me crazy."&nbsp; She trembled between him and the wall, her eyes barely open as their fingers kept pushing into her.&nbsp; Her grip on his cock tightened and she pulled him closer, trying to lift her hips as if she were actually getting something done.&nbsp; The dark blue tile was likely about to get a show. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nero Czan</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 04:45:01</strong>
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				Spirro grinned as her legs gave way and he slightly slid down the wet tile behind her. After all, it was a matter of masculine pride to see her plead for his body. He had been begged for most of his life, whether it be mercy, blood, or death itself, but sex was still at the top of his list. Still, this woman was something else... A beast of lust and flesh, and one he'd been enjoying ever since his arrival into this bizarre world. <em>Perhaps they're all just bored in this time.</em> He shrugged to himself as he wrapped an arm around her waist, his grin explaining his answer in perfect clarity.<br><br>He gently helped her back up before swiftly turning her around, his hands pulling her ass out towards him. He wasn't exactly going to let her have her way without some extra fun however. With a firm grip on her luscious cheeks, he pressed her forward, her soaked breasts tightly squeezed against the tiled shower wall. Spirro always loved a good tease, and he planned to make Beth beg with her entire soul. His throbbing dick laid in the crevasse of her ass, gently rubbing between the wet mounds. He guided it up and down against her tight and burning skin, gently tapping against her asshole and pussy.<br><br>He leaned over with his dick pressing as tight against her as her breasts were against the wet tile, and spoke lustfully into her ears. "I'm a bit curious how you survived before I came around... Did you please yourself day in and day out? Or do you have such pent up passion that you just had to let go?" He smirked as he licked her behind the ear. "Either way, I'm enjoying myself, and it's apparent you are too. Now, what was it you wanted again?" <br><br>Spirro loves a good tease.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 05:09:35</strong>
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				Beth's hips rolled against his fingers, her forehead brushing across his collarbone, each breath a whining gasp, begging him for more.&nbsp; All she could concentrate on was what he did to her, his presence against her, and trying to get him inside of her again. <br><br>When he put his arm around her, she longed to press her nude body directly against his though was surprised when her breasts pressed against the cold blue tiles.&nbsp; Gasping for air as he leaned against her, cock between her cheeks.&nbsp; He was teasing her, and though she didn't want him in her ass, if he wanted it she might consider it.&nbsp; She hadn't ever been one for anal but if the right person came along then it was a possibility. <br><br>Quivering at his touch, she relished the way that he pressed her against the wall and leaned over her.&nbsp; "Lots of self-gratification, true, but there was a bit pent up.&nbsp; One's hand doesn't solve every lust or scratch every itch."&nbsp; The sensation of a body near, hot and hard flesh inside, and strong arms encircling were very hard to imitate and a hand just didn't compare. <br><br>What was it that she wanted? Was he serious?&nbsp; She squeaked out in frustration before gritting out the words.&nbsp; "You. In me. Now. Please.&nbsp; You're horrible!!!" <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nero Czan</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 22:19:56</strong>
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				Spirro gasped in mocked offense, a chuckle slipping through his facade. "Horrible? How rude! I guess someone needs to be taught some manners." He guided the head of his stiff cock into her tight and yearning pussy, but only for a moment. Another tease for another moment. But even he could not put up with this endless taunting for long, and he smirked to himself as he repeated his little 'inspection' of her flower twice more, before pushing straight through her, her ass slapping against his skin.<br><br>He couldn't help but let out a small grunt as he did this, but as he regained control, he let himself remain embraced by her pulsating body for a few moments. "But perhaps you've always wanted to be ravished by a horrible monster?" Spirro gave a few more rough thrusts after those words, his hands planted firmly on her ass. He could feel her sensitive bosom pressed tightly against the wall of the shower, and smirked to himself as he continued. "But, seeing as I'm indebted to you for bringing me to this time... I suppose this is the least I can do to repay you." He continued his ravaging thrusts, building a rhythm as he pushed his erect rod in and out, her flesh tightly gripping and vibrating against him as it slid up and down the entirety of his shaft. He began to use deep, controlled breaths, lest he run out of steam too quickly. Sure, his adrenaline could keep him going for days on end, he was a Gladiator after all, but he had long ago learned that a man without air is a man without power. <br><br>As he ravaged his new companion another time, he decided to investigate a bit more. Subtly, he took one of his hands and spread her ass cheeks, glancing down at her asshole, tightly squeezing against itself as her body was taken by euphoria and lust. He took his other hand and made a ring around it with a finger, watching it quiver as he spoke through smooth breaths. "So... Did you ever scratch this itch..? Or are you too pure... for such an act.." He gave a soft grunt as he slammed especially fierce into her once again, his urges growing in volume and intensity. He could definitely get used to this new life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 02:24:20</strong>
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				Giggling at his comment about needing to be taught manners, she gasped and spread her les wider as he pressed inside of her. Only to pull back out?&nbsp; The giggles turned into a dissatisfied groan, her forehead falling against the wall.&nbsp; He got her hopes up twice more before she yelped at the force he used to fill her, panting against the wall, she turned her head to the side and looked at him, her hand moving to grip his hip with her nails.&nbsp; "So fucking good," she murmured, holding onto him so he couldn't tease her again.&nbsp; <br><br>"Not a horrible monster, no… better a man who has truly tasted passion? In bringing you here, I had no clue as to what you were like or about your appearance, I had no intention to seduce you but I can't say that I'm sorry that this has happened. Nnnuuugh! Mmmm."&nbsp; She squirmed and pushed back onto him as he thrust into her. <br><br>Arching her back, she lifted her hips, moans leaving her throat as he hit delicious things inside of her, her hips rolling and her ass jiggling at the impact from his hips.&nbsp; With her flesh turning red, her ass burned slightly from the repetitive smacks of his body against her flesh<br><br>Her anus contracted at his touch, squeezing more tightly closed. "No, I don't. I don't know why…"&nbsp; Him calling her pure stung her pride for some reason, though she wasn't sure about why on that either.&nbsp; Beth couldn't deny that it felt good when he touched her there, mewling in pleasure at the renewed assault on her pussy.&nbsp; "I'm… I'm going to cum," she moaned, right on the edge.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nero Czan</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 05:02:59</strong>
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				Spirro thought about pulling out, of denying her this ultimate ecstasy, but knew deep down that he could not pull himself to do it. He wrapped an arm around her waist, as he slammed all of his warrior muscles against her luscious body. His cock was like a modern piston, and almost contained the same fire that a piston would create. He reached up, as a final coup d'etat, to completely lift her up in his arms, as one hand pulled at her erect nipples, and the other cradled her. His fierce rod was now pummeling with the entire force of gravity upon it, as he lifted her up it's length, only to let it slam down once more. He felt himself reaching his own limit, but his mind was quickly distracted by another matter.<br><br>Spirro had never taken a Shower before technically, and was not consciously thinking about the possibility of a wet, and therefore slippery, floor. He definitely wasn't thinking about it when he lifted her into his hold as an act of passion, but he was starting to now that he felt his footing start to give. Nevertheless, his body would not stop thrusting, and she would not cease her moans, which in turn fueled said thrusting. It was a vicious, erotic, and euphoric cycle. He decided to accept his fate, and braced his body for the impact. Oh, and he almost forgot something. <br><br>"Brace Yourself."<br><br>A moment later, Spirro and Beth slammed into the ground, Spirro able to land with his ass first and knees bent, so that his new lover could land safely in his lap. However, pain was not anywhere to be found in this couple's mind, for they had underestimated the (to him unheard-of) Laws of Physics. The shock of the landing had pressed her succulent flower to it's physical limits as her body fell down upon his. He found himself in the midst of an orgasm amongst orgasms, his member releasing more of his seedlings inside of her; Deep, deep inside of her. The ecstasy had left Spirro mentally dazed for a few moments, as the events hit him steadily. <em>My god... I'll have to remember that trick.</em><br><br>"Well... That was unexpected."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 06:31:10</strong>
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				Beth's body shook with passion as he started thrusting harder into her.&nbsp; Not liking the way that he had her, keeping her from moving in return, though the joy coursing through her was phenomenal.&nbsp; "OH yes! Spirro!" She arched against him, panting and gasping for air that she needed greatly, driven out of her by her moans and squeals of delight. <br><br>The world shifted as he lost his balance and her hands tightened on his shoulder.&nbsp; <br><br>Brace? Where? How?<br><br>The pain was great but so was the pleasure that accompanied and it forced her head back as she sucked great lungfuls of air through her nose as his cock shoved through her cervix and into her womb.&nbsp; <br><br>She quivered and looked into his face as he came, her head back but her eyes locked on his, her shaking growing ever stronger.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yes. Very."&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nero Czan</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 02:51:52</strong>
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				Once the euphoria had dwindled down to controllable levels, Spirro carefully removed his shaken, not stirred, rod, and gave out a sigh as his back voiced it's complaints. Her delicious lips slowly released a small stream of his pleasure-incarnate as he withdrew, and his ancient subconscious cheered at yet another masculine victory. Those were simpler times, back in the Arena. His lips however, could only chuckle, eventually growing into laughter as his playful grin told hold once more. He wrapped his arms around her, nestling them under her supple breasts as his voice came through, breezing by her left ear. "From now on, I'm sticking to solid, dry ground for my playtimes." With a heave, he lifted her up, her body cradled sensitively in his arms, as he walked out with an extremely firm step, as if he suspected the floor to betray him once more.<br><br>He gently sat her down on the bathroom counter, before looking around briskly for some way to dry themselves. Spirro quickly snatched a long, and surprisingly fluffy, towel, and laid it about her shoulders. His masculine duty finished, he let himself fall back against the dry wall, his hand rubbing against the small of his back. A bruise was already starting to form. "Bloody Water..." He muttered under his breath before looking back at his companion with his deviously characteristic gaze. "How about you? Did you get hurt anywhere?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 09:04:52</strong>
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				Beth giggled at his comment, her pussy still sore but well fucked. She was euphoric.&nbsp; What was going through his mind? What did a man from his time want after sex?&nbsp; She doubted it'd be cuddling. <br><br>She leaned closer to him as he led her out of the bathroom, away from the water and the unsafe playtime palace.&nbsp; "Well, I like the shower, but it's usually best bent over on knees or over the edge of the inlaid tub."&nbsp; She grinned.&nbsp; That's where she liked to masturbate most often.&nbsp; "Careful." She giggled and clung to him as he put her down on the bathroom counter. <br><br>"Aww, I didn’t realize that you got hurt," she said as she toweled off, her face alight with gratitude to him.&nbsp; "No. I didn't.&nbsp; It hurt when we fell but… it felt good too.&nbsp; I had something sexy that cushioned my fall."&nbsp; When she saw the bruising, she climbed down from the sink and got on her knees in front of him, nipping his left thigh playfully before straightening up and inspecting the wound.&nbsp; "That is going to be nasty."&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nero Czan</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 02:43:06</strong>
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				Spirro smirked to himself as she came over to him, inspecting his bruise. It was nothing really, and he had suffered far worse from simply scratches, but he still held a slight wariness concerning the shower, and chuckled when he thought that over again. "I'll be just fine. No need to worry about me." Nevertheless, he did enjoy looking down at her like this, in her most natural state, her supple breasts hanging softly as she knelt before him. If it weren't for the pure exhaustion of the day's events, he would've been hard-pressed not to take her another time. But he'd have his fun, of that he was certain.<br><br>His expression lit up once more as he helped her to her feet, before rummaging swiftly through the mass of clothes in the bathroom. Once he had picked out hers, he set them aside and, panties in hand, smiled what can only be described a deviously genuine smile. "Well, I have a feeling that your parents may not like seeing us walking out in towels together, so perhaps it's best if we redress." Naturally, he was entitled to do the honors, and with her help he guided her lustful lingerie up her legs, his fingers tracing her sensitive skin as they pulled them closer and closer to her sweet flower. When they had fit snugly around her waist, his hand's couldn't help but grab a nice chunk of ass as they fell back to his own body. He tossed the bra aside after a few moments of curious examination, and had deemed it to technologically advanced to be of use. He helped her throw on her pants and shirt, and with a soft kiss on her precious lips, called it a job well-done. <br><br>Now it was his turn, and he smirked to her as he started to gather his garments. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 08:34:37</strong>
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				She harrumphed. "I'll be the one to decide who I worry about." She looked up at him and then continued to look over the spot on his body.&nbsp; When he helped her to her feet, she smiled at him, her body sated though her lips wanted more. Sleep. That she craved.&nbsp; <br><br>"You're quite right, and we had better hurry. You're lucky that dad is oblivious to anything when he's in his zone."&nbsp; She blushed as he started dressing her.&nbsp; "You're going to… mmmm fuck. Drive me crazy."&nbsp; She had meant to say that he was going to have to hurry, her mind totally tkane by his presence.&nbsp; Giggling as he grabbed her ass, she shook her head when he tossed her bra.&nbsp; "I need that!" <br><br>She went to get it and put it on the sink, smirking at him as she knelt before him and helped him into his jeans, his poor boxers were no more though they'd have to fetch another pair, rubbing her breasts against him as she pulled his jeans up.&nbsp; She helped him into his shirt, reaching down to fondle him when she pulled it over his head, but letting her knuckles graze his skin as she lowered the fabric over his torso. <br><br>"And now for my bra." She removed her shirt and put it on before getting the shirt back on over it.&nbsp; "Needed in this day and age. At least around my father."&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nero Czan</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 18:15:41</strong>
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				Spirro shrugged. It was a useless and unnecessary obstacle in his eyes, but he stopped questioning the traditions of this modern world. That didn't mean he'd stop taunting her about it however, and he moved over to cradle her sweet breasts through her shirt, his voice coming up in a playfully sensuous tone. "I'm sure your father wouldn't notice. If you need anything to cradle your bosom anyways, I'd be more than happy to take up the task." He gave her crests a brief squeeze, before bringing his arms back, his hand reaching out for hers.<br><br>As he laced his fingers with hers, he went to open the door, before his brain was affected further by the steamed bathroom. He led her out, but afterwards, Spirro had to rely on her for guidance. He still hadn't been able to memorize a sort of floor plan, and was all but lost in this maze of floors and rooms. He simply was not used to a house with more than one room. "So, where to now Beth? Perhaps a place with a more comfortable place to lie down?" His hand made it's way to rest on her ass as he spoke, a few fingers sliding down the crease of her jeans. "I think you've bested me, for now at least. I'll need at <em>least</em> an hour or two to recover from your playtime, my dear." He smirked tauntingly at her as he chuckled.<br><br>What a world he had entered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 07:30:00</strong>
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				Getting dressed was the least fun thing that she'd ever had to do in that moment, though at the same time the most sane and best thing that could have happened.&nbsp; She almost rolled her eyes, pursing her lips and staring to the side as he squeezed her breasts and teased her.<br><br>"Sleep. A great idea. Mom will wake us when dinner is ready.&nbsp; My bed is through there. If they have an issue with us being on the same bed, well, tough shit. I'm not ready to leave you alone on your lonesome yet."&nbsp; She felt his hand on her rump, fingers teasing down the middle. <br><br>"I've bested you?" she winked. "What kind of gladiator are you? I thought you fought for your life."&nbsp; Her lips twitched and she encircled him with her arms gently before leading him to the bed.&nbsp; "This way, love. Let's get some rest."&nbsp; She was tired, too, but her pride refused to let her admit to it. <br><br>Leading the way, she climbed up onto the bed and stretched out, pushing her right arm up under the pillow.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nero Czan</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 17:45:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Spirro chuckled as he followed, his playful smirk cemented onto his face. "I'm a warrior first and foremost, and only fools fight on drained spirits. Besides, I think any man would throw a fight if it meant being <em>your</em> prisoner."<br><br>It was an interesting sight to see this woman crawl onto the bed and settle in, almost like a cat would. Spirro had no need for such complications, and simply turned away from the bed and let his body fall backwards. As with the sofa, he underestimated how cushioned the bed actually was, and ended up sinking in beyond his comfort. He pressed his elbow in to push him out, as he chuckled at his awkward position. Nevertheless, he got used to the feel and managed to even his weight out, as he rolled on his side and gazed at his darling companion. Everything she did seemed to ooze sexuality, but for once in his life, Spirro had been satisfied... For now. He reached over and wrapped an arm around her waist, before sliding her next to him, their bodies only an inch apart. "Nice and tight is how I like it, if you haven't noticed by now." He smirked to himself as he gave her a gentle kiss on the lips, his head falling against the pillow.<br><br>"Wake me up when you're ready, darling... I think you might know a few ways to do that." And with his last tease, he let his mind drift off into the world of Elysium.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 01:12:43</strong>
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				"You're not really my prisoner. You don't think that you are do you? A prisoner here?&nbsp; See… your name disappeared, you… just vanished in your time, as a matter of historical record. We think that it was a time loop because there was no way for you to just vanish.&nbsp; We searched for you very meticulously.&nbsp; She dodged out of the way when he fell upon the bed, her eyebrow raised questioningly when he had to dig his way out of the covers.&nbsp; "And now you see why I crawled in, it wasn't just to tease you."&nbsp; She chuckled and settled against him when he pulled her closer, and then closed that tiny gap, enjoying the warmth of his body.&nbsp; Kissing him was fun but she looked forward to falling asleep, hopefully her parents wouldn't figure it out or wouldn't be angry if they did. <br><br>Her eyes narrowed slightly when he told her to wake him, though his tone hinted of sexual things, her mind was more on the path of a glass of ice water thrown upon him. Just for the sake of general mischief.&nbsp; He hadn’t really earned her going down on him to wake him up, not just yet.&nbsp; They'd just met.&nbsp; <br><br>"Good night, Spirro," she said sweetly, a smirk twisting up the corner of her lips. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nero Czan</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 01:11:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As expected however, Spirro couldn't stay still for long. Years of restless nights and blood-laden days had sapped that will from him. He awoke a couple of hours later, content to lay in tranquil silence with his tender maiden in his arms. His stomach on the other-hand, was not as happy about that idea. He hesitated for a moment about whether or not to wake her, but after weighing the risk of randomly eating something poisonous or expensive, he decided it was for the best. When he rolled on his side, his arm reaching out to nudge her awake, he was almost stunned by her subtle beauty. It was a wonderful sight as she slept gracefully against him, and it brought out yet <em>another</em> hesitation from him. He'd be dead three times over if he were still in the arena.<br><br>A gentle hand laid onto Beth's sleeping side, gently nudging her as a soft voice accompanied it through the sweet air. Spirro craned down to give her a quick kiss on the forehead as he spoke, eager to overload her with sincerity so that she'd still be happy enough to get food. "Psssst. Beth, sweetie... You awake..? Ehhh... There a chance you can help me find something to eat..? I just about burned everything in my body 'playing' with you." He gave her his usual smirk as he said that, the fact perpetually enjoyable to his masculine mind. <br><br>He had fucked himself into hunger.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Gladiator in Time [Nero Czan and Secretwriter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 17:04:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;The distant smell of food met her nose and she knew that her mother had fixed dinner.&nbsp; It was also likely that her mother had looked in the room on her too.&nbsp; At least she knew that they were okay and no alarm had been raised.&nbsp; Maybe they looked like they'd just napped?&nbsp; No, she doubted that.&nbsp; Realizing that it was he who had nudged her awake, his voice speaking to her, she smiled slowly and arched up into a stretch.&nbsp; <br><br>"Mom cooked. Don't you smell it?"&nbsp; She didn't know what her mom had cooked but it smelled like lasagna.&nbsp; It was one of her favorites and it was easy to make. <br><br>"Well, there's food in the kitchen." She rolled over him and straddled him for the length of time it took to tease and kiss his cheek before finishing the movement and standing on the floor.&nbsp; "Get up and we'll go eat."&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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