From This Moment On

From This Moment On
By Misha

Disclaimer- Not mine.
Author’s Notes- This takes place immediately after the final Antony scene, I liked the finale, but I needed a little bit more and so this was born. It’s just fluffy smut, because sometimes that is what we need. Especially after a heavy book.
Pairing- Marc Antony/MC
Summary- Antony and Portia make plans for their future.
Rating- NSFW

As soon as we were in the bedchamber, Antony had me pinned against the wall, his mouth against mine, his hands pulling at my dress.

I kissed him back eagerly, unwinding his toga and freeing his chest, running my hands over the hard muscles, fingers tracing lightly over the scars. Some had come from Gaul, I knew, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

Antony always had that effect on me, made me forget all the reasons I should have hated him, making me forget everything but him and the way he made me feel.

Antony’s lips trailed down my neck, then across my chest, taking one rosy peak between his teeth and making me moan as his hand found it’s way between my legs. His finger slid over my wet slit, teasing it and then suddenly he pulled back.

I whined in protest and then found myself in his arms once more, being lifted as if I weighed nothing and carried to the bed.

“It seems a shame to let the bed go to waste,” Antony pointed out, setting me down and then kneeling in front of me, lifting my leg over his shoulder.

“It is very comfortable,” I agreed, letting out a little sigh of pleasure as his lips made a path down my thigh. One of the things I loved about Antony was how much he enjoyed pleasing me, even in ways that many considered vulgar; but then Antony wasn’t one to let popular opinion stop him from pursuing pleasure and he had never minded being considered vulgar or undignified, as long as he was enjoying himself.

He licked a wide swipe over my slit as his hand moved up to cup my breasts, his mouth covering my sensitive nub and sucking, making me moan.

“Antony!”

His hands continued to play with my breasts as he pleasured me with his mouth and tongue and it wasn’t long before my moans became screams, my hands clenched in his shoulders.

“I love hearing you scream,” Antony told me as he pulled back, a look of satisfaction on his face, “if only all of Rome could hear you, then they would all know who you belong to.”

“And who is that?” I asked coyly, even as I reached for him.

“Me,” Antony told me before his lips covered mine and his arms wrapped around me, our bodies falling backward onto the bed. “You are mine.” He lifted his head to look at me with sudden tenderness. “The most beautiful woman in the world and she is mine.”

“I am,” I agreed, wrapping my arms around his neck, “but you should make sure of it. Take what is yours.”

Antony needed no other invitation, parting my legs with his and sliding inside of me. He gave me a moment to adjust to the feel of him and then he began to move. As he did so, he lifted my leg over his shoulder to give himself a better angle. His hand fisted in my hair, drawing my mouth to his for a fierce kiss as he sped up his thrusts, quickly bringing me back to the edge of pleasure.

I ran my hands down his chest, clawing at him as the pleasure overwhelmed me. “Antony!!!”

“Portia, oh, Portia,” he grunted as his movements became erratic, a few more thrusts and then he fell over the edge as well, the warmth of his release filling me. He released my leg and then collapsed against me, our bodies still connected, both of us sweating and breathing heavily.

Antony kissed me sweetly. “I will never ever get enough of you,” he swore, resting his wait on his arms, our low halves still tangled together.

“Good,” I told him, hoping with all my might that it would be true, that Antony would always look at me the way he did now. He had promised me the world and I needed to believe that he would keep that promise, even if I had been taught that the promises of men were easily broken.

“I’ll send a servant for your belongings,” he said suddenly, his hand caressing my face. “I don’t want to let you out of my bed for a single moment.”

“My belongings?” I asked lightly, “am I going somewhere?” I knew what he was getting at or at least I thought I did, but I needed him to say it.

“You are moving in here,” Antony said arrogantly, “you are mine, we both know it, and you have promised to be at my side as I claim Rome and that starts now. From now on, where I am, you are too.”

Lena had given me her blessing to do as I please and I had some money saved, though it would not go far if I was forced to fend for myself and there was a risk in giving of my position, my patrons, and yet… Wasn’t love always a risk?

“If you would rather, I will provide you a villa of your own,” Antony continued, taking my silence for doubt, “Even though I would rather have you at my side.”

“And it is where I want to be,” I assured him, speaking at last, “I don’t need anything but you.” Maybe one day I would regret the words, regret not chasing stability and security, but as I looked into Antony’s eyes and saw the burning desire there and the deeper emotion behind it, I didn’t think so. There were a million reasons why our relationship shouldn’t have worked, but it had and here we were.

He had asked me to promise him that when Caesar was dead, nothing would ever separate us again, and now he was doing his part to make that happen.

“People will talk,” I pointed out, but I knew that wouldn’t deter him. Antony had never been one to care about the opinion of others.

“Let them,” he said carelessly, “let them see that the most beautiful, respected woman in Rome is mine. Tomorrow you will accompany me to Caesar’s funeral and then be at my side as we make Rome ours.”

“There is no other place I would rather be,” I assured him, pulling him back down to me for a kiss, one that quickly deepened and reminded me that our bodies were still one. Antony began to move within me once more, words quickly forgotten as we were lost in the feeling of being together, knowing that nothing stood in our way.

Caesar was dead, my vendetta was settled and from now on Antony and I would scheme together instead of separately, and as he brought me to pleasure once more, I knew we would be unstoppable.

• End