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Cross-posted from Hetachallenge

Title: Good Fortune
Characters: Roman Empire (Roma)/Germania
Challenge: 23: Luck/Fortune
Bonus Words: green, flowers, snow
Rating: Older teen
Summary: Roma wants to spar with his friend and Germania inadvertently gives him other ideas…

Buona fortuna!” Roma cried as he drew his sword. He moved to circle the puzzled Germania, who stood there with his arms folded neatly across his chest. Roma sheathed his sword and sighed. “Buona fortuna!” he repeated.

“Bono what?” Germania frowned as he tried to remember enough Latin to understand the crazy centurion.

Aggravated by the barbarian’s lack of understanding, he growled in frustration. “Buona fortuna!” he cried. Roma held his sword at the ready. “You know, good luck, good fortune…?”

“Oh…” Germania adjusted the leather bracers on his wrists. He removed his green cloak, tossing it aside, to land near some flowers that were peeking up through a stubborn patch of snow that still remained on the ground. Germania rolled his shoulders. “Why didn’t you say you want to spar?” He rested his hand on the hilt of his sword.

Roma frowned. “I thought I did…”

Germania sighed. “All did was wave your sword around.” Holding his chin in his hand, he thought it over. “Come to think of it, when you want something else you also wave your sword around.” Germania lowered his gaze to look pointedly at Roma’s crotch.

Roma looked down and back up again. Grinning from ear to ear, he laughed. “Why didn’t you say you wanted to ‘spar’?” Roma’s grin turned lewd.

Germania covered his face with his hand. “Is that all you ever think about?” While he was not opposed to the idea, he found Roma’s lasciviousness a bit much at times.

“And what’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing, but…” Germania sighed, no matter how many times he explained, it never sunk in and he was not about to waste his breath again. “Never mind.” He turned on his heel and headed over to where he had tossed his cloak. Picking it up, Germania put it back on. He walked over to his horse and mounted. “See you later, my friend.” Reining in his horse, he turned his mount and rode off towards their camp.

“Hey! Wait for me!!” Roma cried as he hurried over to his horse. Mounting his white war stallion, he rode off in the direction his bodyguard had taken. Far from being angry, he loved it whenever Germania played hard to get. Spurring his horse on, he pursued him with all the gusto of a youth chasing his first love, while visions of a naked Germania danced in his head…


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