Porthos has made a routine of this in the mornings. When he first wakes, Aramis is inevitably still asleep -- the man does like to relax -- and so Porthos puts on the coffee, full knowing that it will be at least another half hour before the man comes out from the bedroom. Once that's done, he begins his thirty minutes of yoga, knowing that by the end, Aramis will be awake and ready to fuss over him and mean to distract him.
That's why he thinks it's just Aramis when he hears the shuffling behind him. Smirking to himself, Porthos shifts into the warrior pose that Aramis always praises for what it does to his arse, keeping his back to the man as he arches his shoulderblades back in order to get a proper, decent arc and put on a bit of a show.
"What are you thinking for breakfast, chou? Pancakes? Maybe with some cinnamon?" he calls over his shoulder.
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Date: 2015-01-01 03:26 am (UTC)That's why he thinks it's just Aramis when he hears the shuffling behind him. Smirking to himself, Porthos shifts into the warrior pose that Aramis always praises for what it does to his arse, keeping his back to the man as he arches his shoulderblades back in order to get a proper, decent arc and put on a bit of a show.
"What are you thinking for breakfast, chou? Pancakes? Maybe with some cinnamon?" he calls over his shoulder.