Title: Remember
Author: RavenD
Category: PWP
Rating: NC17
Warnings: This is not slash. (Yeppers, I wrote a het smutlet. Go figure.)
Pairing: Maximus/Lucilla
Spoilers: Have you seen the movie? You should see the movie.
Summary: What should've happened after that scene with the chains
Disclaimers: Spielburg owns ET, Jaws and Maximus. I'm just playing with him. No harm, no foul.

*******************************

"Guard, the Lady is finished with me."

Lucilla raised wet, angry eyes up to Maximus. How dare he? How dare he just dismiss her as if he were a member of the royal family and she were a slave? "You selfish bastard," she whispered harshly, dashing the tears from her cheeks. "I am speaking of the future of Rome while you rage over things you cannot control!"

The large man lunged forward against the chains attaching him to the rough wall, only to come up inches short of his goal. She looked at him steadily, never flinching. As Maximus heard the guard coming towards the cell, he moved back towards the wall, running shackled hands over his close- cropped hair.

The guard came in, more than ready to move the gladiator and get on with his game of dice in the courtyard, but Lucilla stopped him with a single raised hand. "I am far from finished with the Spaniard." Her clear voice rang with oft-used authority. "You may go and return ONLY when I call for you."

The lady turned to Maximus as the guard turned and left, a tight smile on her face. "Do not forget with whom you are dealing. I was the daughter of the Emperor of Rome."

The dark eyes flashed as Maximus snarled, "How easily you drop his name from your lying lips!"

Lucilla felt a dark rage filling her, replacing the sorrow and pity she had been allowing herself to experience. She stepped forward, snarling. "I have never lied to you! I have a life to protect, a son!"

"And an Emperor's bed to fill, Lady?"

"I fill no one's bed, slave."

"I find that hard to believe, Lady. You were never known for your discretion..."

"Discretion? What would you know of my discretion or lack of it! You misspeak yourself."

Maximus gave a mocking half-bow. "I apologize, my Lady. I am, of course, only speaking from hearsay."

"Poor Maximus... has it been so long since you've felt a woman underneath you that you must depend on gossipmongers to feed your fantasies of me?"

"I have never felt so desperate for a woman to let your forked tongue sneak into my dreams!"

Lucilla cocked an eyebrow, stepping towards him. He smelled hot and musky, quite unlike she remembered. Of course, this Maximus was not the young, idealistic man she had known. This man was dangerous, a wounded animal caught in a cage. Lucilla couldn't resist the temptation to taunt him. "Really, slave? You've never dreamed of my 'forked' tongue? Maximus, I seem to remember a day where you were more than willing to feel the caress of my tongue."

Lucilla never moved her eyes from the gladiator's face, as she slowly licked her lips and brought her hands up to caress her neck.

"Don't you remember, Maximus? Lying beside me, warm in the sun." She gently stroked her neck, warming it. "I remember it... too well. You had less of a beard, then. But your lips were soft. You were shining in the sun, a pool of sweat forming in the hollow of your throat."

Lucilla's voice was husky, almost whispering. She was melting inside, remembering back to a day when her troubles were ones of passion, not of life and death. "Do you remember, Spaniard? Do you remember my tongue as it lapped the salt off you? I remember, you arched under my hand, you moaned my name."

Her nipples were already hard as she ran her fingers over them. Maximus' eyes followed her hands and his face darkened. Lucilla could see the outline of his erection against the rough blue material he wore.

"I think you do remember, Maximus. I think you remember my hands on your chest, stroking your stomach. I think, perhaps, my forked tongue does play a part in your dreams."

Maximus looked at her, breathing deeply. His eyes traveled up and down her body, slowly, searching. His eyes captured hers and a slow grin spread across his face.

Suddenly, Lucilla noticed how close she had moved to the chained slave. She began to back up as Maximus lunged forward, grabbing her. She struggled against the callused hands that encircled her wrists. She took a deep breath, in order to scream, when the gladiator's mouth slammed down upon hers, smothering her cry.

His mouth was hot and fierce, tongue darting into her. She struggled in his arms, but her tongue slid next to his, relearning his taste. Her head swam, dizzy from the assault. His beard scraped along her cheek, her chin. His musk surrounded her. For a moment, she felt fear; this was not a man, but indeed an animal on the hunt. She had teased him and now she would pay.

Maximus turned, spinning her into his chains and against the wall. He had caught her tiny wrists in the chains that held him and she was trapped. His body pressed against her, his cock ground into her stomach. He released her hands and slowly began to touch her body, almost comforting.

"You think I do not remember, Lady?" He growled into her ear, tangling one hand into her long curls, holding her head still. "That I do not remember the heat of you, the taste of you?" He ran his mouth down to her throat and bit deeply, causing her to moan and arch against him. "I remember you, Lady. By the gods, I remember you."

Lucilla gasped as Maximus' hand found her nipples through her shift and circled them with his rough fingers. "Maximus!"

"Yes, Lady? I remember these... so responsive, so hard. They tasted like cherries in my mouth. I believed the only thing sweeter was the sound of your cries." Those fingers slipped inside the bodice of her dress, teasing her breasts with light, scratching touches.

Lucilla felt the rough wall against her back and the overwhelming heat of the man before her. Her head swam with desire and she needed to feel those hands against her flesh. She pushed her hips against the rock-hard body that held her captive, seeking contact.

Maximus groaned harshly and raised his head to kiss her. He slowly touched her nipples, stroking them softly until Lucilla sobbed into his mouth. The Spaniard pulled back, looking into her hooded eyes. "I will not force you, Lucilla. I have no taste for stolen game."

Her chin lifted, "Slave, do not forget to whom you speak. It would take only a cry for the guards to return...oh, please..."

His fingers grasped her nipples roughly, pulling the sensitive nubs as Maximus swallowed her pleas within his mouth. Her breasts felt swollen, aching as those long fingers worked them, sending electric arcs of pleasure to her groin. Lucilla cried out her pleasure against the warmth of his tongue.

The hardness of his cock burned her stomach. She was dripping with passion, wanting nothing more than to feel him within her, filling her. She wrenched her mouth from Maximus' and growled, "Inside me, now. I want to feel you inside me, Maximus."

"Yes." With this single word, Maximus pulled up her skirts and lifted her legs, wrapping her thighs around his hips. He fumbled for a moment, bumping the head of his cock against her clitoris, making her thrash against the chains that supported her.

"Quit playing, slave. Inside me. Oh... yes..." He filled her with a single thrust and her breath caught. The sensations were intense; she could feel him throbbing within her. As she adjusted to the intrusion, she tightened her thighs around her lover's hips, moving slowly.

The strong warrior moved with an unconscious grace, slowly stroking within her wet, slick sheath. His hands held her hips firmly, moving her along his shaft. His eyes never left her face, mapping her pleasures. The pleasure quickly built, gentle strokes becoming deep thrusts. Lucilla twisted and groaned within his arms, her legs grasping him tightly.

"Maximus... Maximus, please..." Her voice faded to a gasp as he pushed her more firmly into the wall and reached between her legs. His fingers found the sensitive little nub hidden there and circled it quickly. Her hips bucked hard into him and she shuddered in orgasm.

Feeling her internal muscles caressing him, Maximus buried his head into her shoulder, cock banging into her wildly. His whispers filled her mind. "So strong, Lady. You feel so good, Lucilla. I remember... I remember this..." With a coarse cry into the curve of her neck, he came, shuddering against her.

They stood together, panting heavily. Lucilla felt the soreness of her back where the wall had abraded it. Maximus' eyes had closed and his face was an unreadable mask. She untangled her legs from around Maximus and steadied herself on her feet. He reached up and untangled her hands from the rough chains, massaging the wrists gently. Then he moved away from her, allowing her to escape.

"You remember..." she whispered, as her eyes filled with tears. He looked down at her, no expression on his face.

"I will not forget to whom I speak, Lady." She stroked the short, dark hair and kissed his cheek gently, as she stood, straightening her clothes and replacing her cloak around her face.

"Guard, I am finished with the Spaniard."

The end

><BR> <noframes>