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fembuckTitle: Enemies Do It Better
Author: Janine
Fandom: Rome
Pairing: Atia/Servilia
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Prompt: Rome: Servilia/Atia, hatesex
Note: Written for the First Annual Femslash Kink Meme
Atia balled up the sheets beneath her tight in her fists as Servilia’s hands grasped her waist and tugged, dragging her ass up into the air, making the position she was in even lewder. She was exposed to Servilia completely, both of her holes bare and vulnerable. She was at Servilia’s mercy, and she hated herself for the way the thought of that made her pussy drip.
She felt one of Servilia’s hands move from around her waist to caress the soft, rounded globe of her ass, and Atia couldn’t stop herself, she moaned softly and arched her chest forward lifting her ass even further into the air, presenting it Servilia shamelessly.
Servilia’s hand withdrew from her, and Atia’s teeth clenched in frustration.
Servilia’s hand didn’t stay away from her flesh for long however. A few seconds after she drew away, her hand came down on Atia’s bottom, hitting her hard with an open palm.
A small sound emerged from Atia’s throat though she managed not to scream or cry out, and her body shivered as heat spread through her ass.
“You fucking cow!” Atia growled as the pain in her ass subsided and she could speak once more.
“Don’t act like it’s the first time someone's taken their hand to you and you’ve liked it,” Servilia drawled, running her hand possessively over Atia’s ass. “You’re a dirty bitch. You’ll take what I give you.”
Atia stiffened beneath her and then began to rise up, but Servilia placed a restraining hand on her back and pushed down, keeping Atia on all fours in front of her.
“I don’t fucking think so,” Servilia hissed, jeeringly emphasizing what was possibly Atia’s favorite word world before smacking Atia again, the pain in her ass taking the fight out of the redhead for a moment as Servilia knew it would.
“I’m going to kill you,” Atia choked out a few seconds later once she had caught her breath once more. “I’m going to slowly strangle the life out of you, and I’m going to enjoy it. I’ll throw a party afterwards. The whole of Rome will celebrate your demise. I’ll have your body strung up and we’ll hit it with sticks for fun,” she spat out, arms trembling with the effort of holding herself up as Servilia lazily ran her fingers through wetness drenching her pussy and upper thighs.
“You have,” Servilia began softly, her fingernail running over Atia’s clit making the younger woman’s hips buck, “such a filthy mouth,” she continued, drawing her hand away, watching with a smile as Atia tried to follow her hand. “Fitting,” the blonde continued thoughtfully, “considering what a whore you are.”
Servilia’s hand drove up, smacking Atia between the legs, and this time the redhead did cry out. Atia’s arms gave way as her will to remain silent crumbled, and she tipped forward onto the bed, her face pressing against the mattress as her cunt throbbed.
“You demented, old …” Atia began to rant.
Servilia plunged three fingers inside of her, cutting Atia off.
“I’m sick and tired of listening to you speak,” the blonde declared, pulling her fingers back and then ramming them back inside of Atia with a satisfying viciousness. “All of Rome is tired of listening to you speak,” she continued, placing her hand on Atia’s back for leverage so that she could drive her fingers inside of the other woman more forcefully. “Foolishness and filth is all that ever comes out of your mouth,” Servilia declared, curling her fingers inside of Atia and ruthlessly dragging them out.
“Moan, pant, beg all you want,” Servilia went on, “I know it’s impossible for women like you not to show what fantastic sluts they are by making enough noise to wake the dead. But do not speak,” she ordered, emphasizing the last three words. “I’ll gag you if you do, and I think that you’re already enjoying this too much.”
Atia wanted to respond, she wanted to curse Servilia, she wanted to reach out and hit her. She wanted to pound Servilia’s face with her fists until it was an unrecognizable bloody mass, and then she wanted to kick her.
But gods damn her, Servilia was right. She did like it, and as Servilia continued to fuck her, Atia liked it so much that she couldn’t speak.
She liked the heavy warmth of Servilia’s hand on her back, forcefully holding her down. She liked the anger she could feel every time Servilia’s fingers plunged inside of her. She liked being face down on her bed being used like a whore by the most infuriating woman in the world. She liked being a dirty bitch, and she liked forcing Servilia off of her high-horse and turning her into a cursing, cruel, dirty bitch as well.
In the morning Servilia would loath herself for what she had done, for what Atia had provoked her into doing to her. And Atia would stick her hand between her legs and bring herself off to the thought of Servilia’s tears.
“You’re wetter than an oiled up bath-boy,” Servilia grunted, slipping a fourth finger inside of Atia, “and looser than a Barbarian whore,” she continued as Atia took the added finger easily.
Atia moaned and pressed down, scraping hard nipples against the mattress as she shifted her ass, making it easier for Servilia to fuck her.
The older woman’s words didn’t wound her, she’d heard worse from her own husband. If anything, Servilia’s words increased her pleasure. Servilia took such pride in being lady-like, polite, reserved, and in complete control of herself like proper Roman woman. That Atia now had her cursing, talking about Barbarian whores and bath-boys, practically fisting her, filled the redhead with a perverse joy that had her literally dripping.
“Fuck you,” Servilia cursed seized by a sudden anger.
She meant this to be a punishment, to be humiliating and embarrassing for Atia, but the woman had no shame. Servilia had her on all fours, was cursing her, insulting her, and fucking her like a dog on her own bed, and Atia was enjoying all of it.
Servilia breathed in deeply, calming as the answer came to her.
She had been trying to fuck Atia into submission, but clearly that wasn’t going to work. All she was succeeding in doing was giving Atia exactly what she wanted. What Servilia needed to do was stop giving. She had to take away. She had to leave Atia wet and shaking and throbbing with need. She had to leave her wallowing in a sheets slick with her own desire while she walked away.
Servilia yanked her fingers out of Atia roughly, a small smile touching her lips as Atia gasped at the suddenly movement.
The smile faded from Servilia’s lips a moment later as Atia’s body began shake and small whimpering sounds emerged from her throat. Atia was still wide open from having almost taken Servilia’s whole hand, and looking between her legs, Servilia could her cunt pulsing and spasming, white fluid dribbling from her opening as her body jerked.
Atia was coming, hard, gods damn her!
Atia collapsed fully against the mattress, her body twitching compulsively as her legs pressed together, strong after shocks still pulsing through her. She felt Servilia reach out and wipe her damp fingers off on her skin, but she couldn’t force herself to care too much that Servilia was using her as a cum rag while her body was still shaking with pleasure.
“Hand me that towel,” Atia demanded a few moment later, her body still shuddering slightly as she lifted a weak arm to point at the object she wanted.
Servilia was already off of the bed, fixing her clothes up in front of the mirror.
“Get it yourself,” Servilia said dismissively, putting down the perfume she had been applying to try and repin her hair. She wouldn’t be able to get it as tidy looking as it had been before without help, but anything was better than the disarray it was in presently. “I’m not your servant.”
Atia laughed and then slipped off of the bed to stand on legs that were still a little unsteady.
“Really? You just served me better than any of the house slaves ever have,” Atia drawled, moving over towards Servilia.
When she reached the older woman, she knocked Servilia’s hand out of the way and began to repin her hair properly.
“It’s all of that pent up sexual energy,” Atia continued as Servilia glared at her through the hazy surface of the mirror. The redhead knew that Servilia wanted to say something awful to her but couldn’t, because Atia was doing a better job making her look presentable again than Servilia could do on her own. Servilia’s pride and sense of propriety would not let her walk out of Atia’s bedroom looking like she’d been fucking the mistress of the house for half an hour, so she had no choice but to listen to Atia speak. “It makes you a real beast in the sack,” Atia went on smiling, enjoying Servilia’s impotent silence.
“There,” Atia declared a few moments later, her hands running down and over Servilia’s shoulders as she spoke, “All done.”
Servilia stepped away from Atia without a word. She took a few steps towards the door and then paused before turning around to face the naked redhead.
“Do you …” she began to ask.
She had been a bit disorderly looking after finishing with Atia, but Atia looked truly well fucked. Her hair was a mess, and while Servilia would have liked a bath after their encounter, Atia needed one.
She didn’t particularly want to help Atia out with anything – she’d already given her too much that evening – but they had a dinner party to get back to, and Servilia didn’t want anyone associating her absence with Atia showing up looking like a whore.
“Don’t be silly,” Atia said waving dismissively. “Aula will take care of me,” she continued, lazily picking up the towel that Servilia had refused to hand to her earlier.
Atia was silent for a moment as she regarded Servilia, and then she smiled pleasantly.
“Thank you for checking up on me,” Atia said amiably, holding Servilia’s knowing gaze. “My headache is feeling much better. You may inform the others that I shall return to the festivities shortly.”
“I’m so glad you’re on the mend,” Servilia replied with an equal affability. “I was so very worried. Everyone will be overjoyed to hear that you are so speedily recovered.”
With that, Servilia turned once more and headed out of the room.
Atia watched her go, and then lifted her hands above her head, stretching luxuriously before she walked back over to the bed and collapsed on it.
Rolling to the side she reached out for the rope beside the bed and tugged, causing a bell to ring in one of the backrooms of the house.
Settling down again, Atia ran her hands lightly over her body enjoying the tightness in her muscles as she waited for Aula, her mind already racing with ideas about how she could anger Servilia into a repeat performance at her next dinner party.
The End
[posted because we all know that it's really no worse than some of the other things I've written ]
Author: Janine
Fandom: Rome
Pairing: Atia/Servilia
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Prompt: Rome: Servilia/Atia, hatesex
Note: Written for the First Annual Femslash Kink Meme
Atia balled up the sheets beneath her tight in her fists as Servilia’s hands grasped her waist and tugged, dragging her ass up into the air, making the position she was in even lewder. She was exposed to Servilia completely, both of her holes bare and vulnerable. She was at Servilia’s mercy, and she hated herself for the way the thought of that made her pussy drip.
She felt one of Servilia’s hands move from around her waist to caress the soft, rounded globe of her ass, and Atia couldn’t stop herself, she moaned softly and arched her chest forward lifting her ass even further into the air, presenting it Servilia shamelessly.
Servilia’s hand withdrew from her, and Atia’s teeth clenched in frustration.
Servilia’s hand didn’t stay away from her flesh for long however. A few seconds after she drew away, her hand came down on Atia’s bottom, hitting her hard with an open palm.
A small sound emerged from Atia’s throat though she managed not to scream or cry out, and her body shivered as heat spread through her ass.
“You fucking cow!” Atia growled as the pain in her ass subsided and she could speak once more.
“Don’t act like it’s the first time someone's taken their hand to you and you’ve liked it,” Servilia drawled, running her hand possessively over Atia’s ass. “You’re a dirty bitch. You’ll take what I give you.”
Atia stiffened beneath her and then began to rise up, but Servilia placed a restraining hand on her back and pushed down, keeping Atia on all fours in front of her.
“I don’t fucking think so,” Servilia hissed, jeeringly emphasizing what was possibly Atia’s favorite word world before smacking Atia again, the pain in her ass taking the fight out of the redhead for a moment as Servilia knew it would.
“I’m going to kill you,” Atia choked out a few seconds later once she had caught her breath once more. “I’m going to slowly strangle the life out of you, and I’m going to enjoy it. I’ll throw a party afterwards. The whole of Rome will celebrate your demise. I’ll have your body strung up and we’ll hit it with sticks for fun,” she spat out, arms trembling with the effort of holding herself up as Servilia lazily ran her fingers through wetness drenching her pussy and upper thighs.
“You have,” Servilia began softly, her fingernail running over Atia’s clit making the younger woman’s hips buck, “such a filthy mouth,” she continued, drawing her hand away, watching with a smile as Atia tried to follow her hand. “Fitting,” the blonde continued thoughtfully, “considering what a whore you are.”
Servilia’s hand drove up, smacking Atia between the legs, and this time the redhead did cry out. Atia’s arms gave way as her will to remain silent crumbled, and she tipped forward onto the bed, her face pressing against the mattress as her cunt throbbed.
“You demented, old …” Atia began to rant.
Servilia plunged three fingers inside of her, cutting Atia off.
“I’m sick and tired of listening to you speak,” the blonde declared, pulling her fingers back and then ramming them back inside of Atia with a satisfying viciousness. “All of Rome is tired of listening to you speak,” she continued, placing her hand on Atia’s back for leverage so that she could drive her fingers inside of the other woman more forcefully. “Foolishness and filth is all that ever comes out of your mouth,” Servilia declared, curling her fingers inside of Atia and ruthlessly dragging them out.
“Moan, pant, beg all you want,” Servilia went on, “I know it’s impossible for women like you not to show what fantastic sluts they are by making enough noise to wake the dead. But do not speak,” she ordered, emphasizing the last three words. “I’ll gag you if you do, and I think that you’re already enjoying this too much.”
Atia wanted to respond, she wanted to curse Servilia, she wanted to reach out and hit her. She wanted to pound Servilia’s face with her fists until it was an unrecognizable bloody mass, and then she wanted to kick her.
But gods damn her, Servilia was right. She did like it, and as Servilia continued to fuck her, Atia liked it so much that she couldn’t speak.
She liked the heavy warmth of Servilia’s hand on her back, forcefully holding her down. She liked the anger she could feel every time Servilia’s fingers plunged inside of her. She liked being face down on her bed being used like a whore by the most infuriating woman in the world. She liked being a dirty bitch, and she liked forcing Servilia off of her high-horse and turning her into a cursing, cruel, dirty bitch as well.
In the morning Servilia would loath herself for what she had done, for what Atia had provoked her into doing to her. And Atia would stick her hand between her legs and bring herself off to the thought of Servilia’s tears.
“You’re wetter than an oiled up bath-boy,” Servilia grunted, slipping a fourth finger inside of Atia, “and looser than a Barbarian whore,” she continued as Atia took the added finger easily.
Atia moaned and pressed down, scraping hard nipples against the mattress as she shifted her ass, making it easier for Servilia to fuck her.
The older woman’s words didn’t wound her, she’d heard worse from her own husband. If anything, Servilia’s words increased her pleasure. Servilia took such pride in being lady-like, polite, reserved, and in complete control of herself like proper Roman woman. That Atia now had her cursing, talking about Barbarian whores and bath-boys, practically fisting her, filled the redhead with a perverse joy that had her literally dripping.
“Fuck you,” Servilia cursed seized by a sudden anger.
She meant this to be a punishment, to be humiliating and embarrassing for Atia, but the woman had no shame. Servilia had her on all fours, was cursing her, insulting her, and fucking her like a dog on her own bed, and Atia was enjoying all of it.
Servilia breathed in deeply, calming as the answer came to her.
She had been trying to fuck Atia into submission, but clearly that wasn’t going to work. All she was succeeding in doing was giving Atia exactly what she wanted. What Servilia needed to do was stop giving. She had to take away. She had to leave Atia wet and shaking and throbbing with need. She had to leave her wallowing in a sheets slick with her own desire while she walked away.
Servilia yanked her fingers out of Atia roughly, a small smile touching her lips as Atia gasped at the suddenly movement.
The smile faded from Servilia’s lips a moment later as Atia’s body began shake and small whimpering sounds emerged from her throat. Atia was still wide open from having almost taken Servilia’s whole hand, and looking between her legs, Servilia could her cunt pulsing and spasming, white fluid dribbling from her opening as her body jerked.
Atia was coming, hard, gods damn her!
Atia collapsed fully against the mattress, her body twitching compulsively as her legs pressed together, strong after shocks still pulsing through her. She felt Servilia reach out and wipe her damp fingers off on her skin, but she couldn’t force herself to care too much that Servilia was using her as a cum rag while her body was still shaking with pleasure.
“Hand me that towel,” Atia demanded a few moment later, her body still shuddering slightly as she lifted a weak arm to point at the object she wanted.
Servilia was already off of the bed, fixing her clothes up in front of the mirror.
“Get it yourself,” Servilia said dismissively, putting down the perfume she had been applying to try and repin her hair. She wouldn’t be able to get it as tidy looking as it had been before without help, but anything was better than the disarray it was in presently. “I’m not your servant.”
Atia laughed and then slipped off of the bed to stand on legs that were still a little unsteady.
“Really? You just served me better than any of the house slaves ever have,” Atia drawled, moving over towards Servilia.
When she reached the older woman, she knocked Servilia’s hand out of the way and began to repin her hair properly.
“It’s all of that pent up sexual energy,” Atia continued as Servilia glared at her through the hazy surface of the mirror. The redhead knew that Servilia wanted to say something awful to her but couldn’t, because Atia was doing a better job making her look presentable again than Servilia could do on her own. Servilia’s pride and sense of propriety would not let her walk out of Atia’s bedroom looking like she’d been fucking the mistress of the house for half an hour, so she had no choice but to listen to Atia speak. “It makes you a real beast in the sack,” Atia went on smiling, enjoying Servilia’s impotent silence.
“There,” Atia declared a few moments later, her hands running down and over Servilia’s shoulders as she spoke, “All done.”
Servilia stepped away from Atia without a word. She took a few steps towards the door and then paused before turning around to face the naked redhead.
“Do you …” she began to ask.
She had been a bit disorderly looking after finishing with Atia, but Atia looked truly well fucked. Her hair was a mess, and while Servilia would have liked a bath after their encounter, Atia needed one.
She didn’t particularly want to help Atia out with anything – she’d already given her too much that evening – but they had a dinner party to get back to, and Servilia didn’t want anyone associating her absence with Atia showing up looking like a whore.
“Don’t be silly,” Atia said waving dismissively. “Aula will take care of me,” she continued, lazily picking up the towel that Servilia had refused to hand to her earlier.
Atia was silent for a moment as she regarded Servilia, and then she smiled pleasantly.
“Thank you for checking up on me,” Atia said amiably, holding Servilia’s knowing gaze. “My headache is feeling much better. You may inform the others that I shall return to the festivities shortly.”
“I’m so glad you’re on the mend,” Servilia replied with an equal affability. “I was so very worried. Everyone will be overjoyed to hear that you are so speedily recovered.”
With that, Servilia turned once more and headed out of the room.
Atia watched her go, and then lifted her hands above her head, stretching luxuriously before she walked back over to the bed and collapsed on it.
Rolling to the side she reached out for the rope beside the bed and tugged, causing a bell to ring in one of the backrooms of the house.
Settling down again, Atia ran her hands lightly over her body enjoying the tightness in her muscles as she waited for Aula, her mind already racing with ideas about how she could anger Servilia into a repeat performance at her next dinner party.
The End
[posted because we all know that it's really no worse than some of the other things I've written ]
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Date: 2009-07-17 12:43 am (UTC)I love it, especially the end when they go back to their 'pleasant' conversation.
I just posted one too, but I'm being an anonymouse.no subject
Date: 2009-07-18 05:04 am (UTC)the end when they go back to their 'pleasant' conversation.
The 'pleasant conversation' on the show always cracked me up. When they were like literally just clawing at each others faces, and then it's like, "Well, have a safe trip home, and remember to eat your green vegetables. Buh-bye now!"
I just posted one too, but I'm being an anonymouse.
Aw, come on. It's mean to mention that and then not share. I wants to know what it was. I wants to read it!
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Date: 2009-07-19 01:37 am (UTC)And by that I mean both of the fulfilled ones, lol. I ended up writing a second prompt.
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Date: 2009-07-17 09:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-18 05:07 am (UTC)*fist pump*
And poor Servilia, every time she plays Atia's game, she just lowers herself that much more.
Yeah, nobody can out Atia, Atia. Servilia was a high-riding, sneaky bitch in her own way however, she just didn't have Atia's ability to someone snake her way out of EVERYTHING, and eventually lacked the fortitude to survive as a 'bad girl'. She was sexy though.
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Date: 2009-07-19 06:15 pm (UTC)That is just a perfect summation of the two of them. Atia is just touched, everything she does seems to just roll right off her, whereas Servilia always ends up holding the bag.
Atia has a better sense of humour, so I cheer for her whether she deserves it or not.
I know. Kudos to Polly Walker, because no matter what Atia did, I was always like, "oh, Atia!" and just forgave her right away because she was charming and so much fun to watch.
Thanks so much for commenting! I'm really glad that you enjoyed the story :D
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Date: 2009-07-18 09:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-19 06:18 pm (UTC)I marvel at how there isn't more Rome femslash. It has such a beautifully twisted canon. Why are more people not into it?
I KNOW! Octavia/Servilia was canon and you can barely find anything about that. And Atia/Servilia was brilliant, twisted and hot, just begging for femslashing and you can barely find anything on that. Not to mention to the potential for Octavia/Livia femslash, or Atia/Livia femslash, or Gaia/F, Cleopatra and some chick. *le sigh*
Enemies Do It Better
Date: 2010-10-13 03:26 am (UTC)