When In Rome

When in Rome
By Misha

Disclaimer- Not mine.
Author’s Notes- How good was that Antony scene today? The only disappointing bit was the end and so I just had to fix it. This is just a regular canon piece, not part of Portia: A Roman Tragedy (though I have 5 fics planned that series hopefully in the coming weeks). This is how I would have liked the diamond scene to end.
Rating- NSFW
Pairing- Marc Antony/MC
Summary- Marc Antony and Portia give into passion in the middle of the Roman Senate. 

“Oh I can still be fun,” Antony told me with a wolfish smile, taking my hand and pulling me closer, our lips just inches apart. “Now, what was it we came here for…?”

The smart thing to do would be to step back, resume our destruction of the Senate and let the moment pass, hopefully putting some distance between Antony and I and maybe dampening his interest in me. But I wasn’t very good at doing the smart thing.

So instead, I cupped my hands around his strong jaw, pulling his face to mine. Our lips had barely touched when he suddenly spun us both around so that my back was pressed up against the podium as he kissed me with surprising fierceness.

His mouth devoured mine, leaving me gasping for breath and pulling away only to make its way down my neck, leaving gentle, sucking bites along the way, I knew there would be marks but I didn’t care. I arched into him as his hands roamed down my arms, holding them in place as he continued to kiss my face and neck.

“Portia…” He groaned, his voice rich with need. I had seen desire on many men’s faces but it had never incited anything in me, not until now when the need in Antony’s voice ignited something in me.

“Touch me…” I begged of him, needing fulfillment.

Antony immediately complied, lifting me onto the podium as if I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around his chest, drawing him towards me, needing to be as close to him as possible.

He ran his hands down the silk of my gown as he leaned forward, pressing his mouth against the bared skin of my navel. I gasped as his tongue traced the gold chains, barely teasing my flesh.

“I’ve wanted you since I saw you the day I returned,” he told me, his hot breath tickling my skin. “There is no woman like you, in Rome or Gaul.”

“I want you too,” I admitted, running my fingers through his hair, touching the crown of laurel leaves that rested there.  I had been taught it was dangerous to want things, even my patrons, but I did want Antony. More than I should. I dismissed that thought as I leaned forward to unwind the long expanse of red linen covering his toga, caressing each new inch of bared skin with my fingers.

“Mmm…” He murmured in obvious pleasure and then he grinned up at me, running his hands up my bare thighs as he did so. “Bet this is the first time anyone’s done this in the Basilica.” With that, he lifted my legs over his shoulder, his fingers tracing a path down my thighs towards my warm center, his mouth following suit.

“Oooh!” I moaned as his mouth found my most sensitive spots. I arched backward on the podium, hands clutching the smooth stone as he plunged his tongue inside of me his thumb finding the cluster of sensitive nerves. “Ooooh!!!”

I had been taught to pleasure a man, how to move my body and what sounds they wanted to hear in response, but I had never felt this kind of pleasure before. None of my lessons had prepared me for what Antony was awakening inside of me. I clenched my thighs, drawing him closer as I continued to grip the podium for support.

Antony alternated between running his tongue all along my most sensitive flesh and plunging it right inside of me, and soon the combination was too much for me and I could feel the pleasure building up inside, knowing it needed to be let alone, unable to handle any more.

“Antony!” I screamed, his name echoing in the chamber as he continued to pleasure me with his mouth. He pulled back, a smug grin on his face, his lips glistening with my juices.

I wondered what I tasted like, though I didn’t have to wonder long because Antony straightened and wrapped a hand in my hair, pulling my face towards his and kissing me deeply so I could taste myself on him and it was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced.

“I do enjoy the sound of you moaning my name, especially in this room,” he told me with a confident grin when he pulled back, “I don’t suppose you want to do it again?”

His hands gripped my thighs as he spoke and I could see the need in his eyes.

“Yes…” I breathed. “Take me, Antony, take me right here.”

We both had our reasons to hate the Senate, the privileged few who ignored the suffering going on all around them, so it seemed fitting for our first joining, and I already knew it would be one of many, to take place here.

Antony needed no further encouragement, his hands moving to my waist and lifting me off the podium. Instead of setting me on my feet, he threw me over his shoulder, his hand resting possessively on my bottom as he carried us over to one of the chairs.

He did set me on my feet long enough for us to discard our clothing and then he took a seat, pulling me onto his lap. I leaned forward, taking his hard manhood in my hands, stroking it and watching the lust-driven expression on Antony’s face and then I leaned forward, carefully setting myself on top of him and guiding him inside of me, letting him slowly fill me up.

Once he was fully inside of me, I began to move on top of him. Antony leaned back, obviously enjoying the show, taking in my bare, heaving breasts and the way I moved my hips as I lowered myself up and down. “You are a vision to rival Venus herself,” he remarked, his hands sliding over my curves, resting on my breasts and then moving to my hips.

His grip tightened on my hip as he decided to stop watching and start participating. He began to thrust up into me, his hands holding me in place and anchoring me to him. I continued to move, twisting my hips against him enjoying the way it made his eyes darken. 

His hands left my hips long enough for his arm to wrap around my back, pressing my chest flesh against his and give him better leverage. He rocked our bodies as he anchored me to him, his lips finding mine in another deep, seeking kiss.

The pleasure built up in me all over again, pushing out all rational thought, so all I was aware of was Antony. The way he made me feel, the things he was doing to my body, how badly I wanted him, wanted this. It all continued to build until I couldn’t take it anymore. “Antony!!!” I screamed again as his body continued to rock into mine, his lips sucking on the tender flesh of my neck. “Ohhhhh!!!!”

“Portia,” he groaned, his grip on me tightening, burying his face in my neck as he spilled himself inside of me, his body finally going slack. He held me for a long moment, wrapped tightly in his embrace and then he let me go.

“The Basilica may never recover,” he grinned as we gathered our clothes and dressed.

I shot him a mischevious grin. “Wasn’t that the point?”

He laughed and gathered me to him again, but before he could say or do anything, we were interrupted by the sound of voices. It must have been time for the changing of the guard.

“We should go,” I told him.

He sighed regretfully and then he kissed me quickly before letting me go, following me to the door, pausing briefly to kick a fallen piece of statue, and then we escaped, still on the high of the ecstasy we had experienced and leaving chaos in our wake.

• End