Convincing a man like Athos not to think overmuch is no small task, but miraculously, Aramis manages it. This time, there is no surprise, no thread of panic that’s intoxicating, but ultimately overwhelming. This time, it is just a kiss, memorable and longed-for, and though Athos trembles slightly, and his heart beats a staccato under Aramis’ hand, no instinct tells him to flee this time. In fact, he fully enters the embrace, one hand resting on Aramis’ arm while the other cups the side of his neck, Athos’ mouth coaxing a little more out of the kiss than he probably should.
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Date: 2015-01-31 12:02 am (UTC)