Aramis sighs in bliss for the touch to his hair, moaning aloud when it is followed by another favorite thing and Porthos hauls him bodily up, kissing the taste of Athos from his mouth. Aramis stretches out on his side, nodding his agreement. "I dare say we've taken the edge off," he rasps.

Plucking Athos' hand from the covers, Aramis presses a kiss to his palm, taking in the sight of Athos more undone than Aramis has ever seen him. "Relaxed, and beautiful."