N- Discretion is All I Ask

N- Discretion Is All I Ask
By Misha

Disclaimer- Not mine.
Author’s Notes- I have a lot of angst and heavy stories ahead of me, so I decided I will break them up with NSFW drabbles. These are all taken from the Portia and Antony NSFW alphabet and they all take place after “His Woman”. I am writing these out of order, but they will go up in the Archive in proper chapter order so eventually, they will all be there. I am starting with N, per request.
Pairing- Marc Antony/MC
Summary- Antony and Portia prepare to part for the first time since she became his mistress and she has a request of him.

“I will be away for a few days,” Antony told me as he got out of bed and dressed. He was putting on armor, not his toga, meaning that it was the army, not politics, that called him away.

I sat up in the bed, letting the sheet fall to my waist as I watched him. His words evoked a curious feeling in the pit of my stomach. Since he’d installed me in the villa, we hadn’t spent a night apart, but of course, he had another residence. This was my home, not ours.

I was not Antony’s wife. I was his mistress. I had no real claims on his time, though from my understanding of most Roman marriages, a man was more likely to at least make excuses to his mistress. However, I was not naive to think that my bed would be the only one that Antony would occupy, even if he was the only man who would occupy mine, something he had made quite clear.

“You are mine,” he had said the words over and over, until I could do nothing but agree, because it was true. I was his. However, the rules for men and women weren’t the same. It wasn’t fair, but that was Rome.

There was no woman in Rome that would turn him down if he asked. And his attention might be on me, quite frequently, but I wasn’t naive to think that would stop him from taking someone else if the desire arose. And I knew better than to say anything about it.

Lena had instilled that in me quite fiercely, no man likes a jealous woman. A courtesan never questions her patrons and a mistress never inquires about who else might share her lover’s bed, so I forced down the questions about what would occupy his time. If he wanted me to know, he would tell me.

And really, I had no desire to know. I didn’t want to know what Antony did when he wasn’t in my bed. Ignorance really was bliss.

“Just remember to visit the baths before you return,” I commented lightly.

Antony’s eyes softened and I knew he understood what I was really saying. “Of course.” He crossed the room back to bed, leaning down to kiss me. I think he meant it as a quick brush of his lips, but I slid my arms around his neck and opened my mouth to him.

He took me up on the invitation, sliding his tongue into my mouth, his hand grabbing a hold of my loose curls, pulling me closer to him.

“Portia…” He groaned against my mouth. He jerked away and I assumed he was going to tell me he had to leave, but instead he hastily undid his armor, casting it aside as he climbed onto the bed, pulling me back into his arms, his mouth devouring mine as his hands slipped between my thighs. He let out an appreciative murmur when he discovered how wet I was, how ready for him.

“I see we both need a quick fuck,” he said crudely, removing his hand. He took his cock in his hand, pumping it a couple times and then he positioned it at my entrance, his mouth covering mine once more as he slid into me.

I bucked my hips into him, needing him desperately, my hands digging into his back as he thrust with purpose. It wasn’t long before I was coming apart beneath him and he was grunting my name before he came inside of me.

For once, he pulled out quickly, his seed spilling over my thighs as I lay spent in the bed. He pressed a quick, rough kiss to my mouth before getting off the bed and quickly getting dressed again.

“Miss me,” he instructed as he headed to the door, and then he paused, turning back, “and Portia, don’t worry, I won’t forget to visit the baths before I return.”

I watched him go, laying back on my bed, feeling both completely sated and suddenly very lonely. The house felt very large and empty without him and the knowledge that I didn’t know when he would be back. But… He had been considerate in his own way, he had told me he would be away and he had promised discretion and that was all I could ask.

• End