A- Where I Want to Be

A= Where I Want to Be

By Misha

Disclaimer- Not Mine.

Author’s Notes- I realize it has been ages since I updated my NSFW drabbles but here I am back at it and actually starting at the beginning. This is set after “His Woman” and actually after a Cassius fic I am working on.

Pairing- Marc Antony/MC

Summary- Antony and Portia discuss Cassius while basking in the afterglow.

Rating- NSFW

“Portia!” Antony groaned as he came, his hands on my hips keeping me close when I would have moved away. He drew me to his chest, our bodies still connected.

His kiss was gentle, his hands rubbing my back, passion turning into affection. It was almost disarming how sweet he could be like this, after we had both come undone, but after several months in his bed, I was getting used to it. Just like I had gotten used to the fact that unless some urgent matter required us to leave the bed, Antony would stay inside of me until his body recovered enough for round 2.

“Several more senators fled town,” Antony said after a moment, his arms wrapping around me and shifting us so that we were both on our sides, our legs tangled together, our bodies still joined intimately.

“Pompey’s supporters?” I asked, though I knew it was the case. I moved my hands to his chest, resting them there.

“Yes,” Antony told me, something in his eyes at odds with his casual tone, “Cassius was amongst them. They say he’s gone to fight with Pompey.”

I wasn’t surprised. He had said as much last time I had seen him, among other things.

“Are you worried he will turn the tide for Pompey?” I asked lightly, my eyes deliberately wide.

Antony scoffed. “As if. I could defeat Cassius blind folded, he will be no great aid to Pompey. I am just surprised to see him abandon Rome. Just what did you say to him when he visited you?”

I should have been surprised, but I wasn’t. Antony was the most powerful man in Rome, he had eyes and ears everywhere, so why should I be surprised that he knew about a visit to a villa that he had paid for?

“I told him the truth,” I evaded, thinking of one particular truth that I had told Cassius that I wasn’t ready for Antony to know, so I stuck with the one I was comfortable with, “I told him that I chose you.”

“And it was enough to make him go off in a fit of self-sacrifice,” Antony said with a chuckle, “playing the tragic noble lover to the end, I see.”

“Unlike you,” I pointed out.

“But I have the girl,” Antony reminded me, slipping a hand between us and rubbing me in a way that had me moaning and pressing closer to him in seconds, “I have no reason to go anywhere. Why would I?” He rolled me under him, making me very aware that his manhood had sprung to life once more, “I am exactly where I want to be.”