Porthos presses his temple to Athos' hair, reaching his hand around to stroke through Aramis' hair slowly, staring fondly at him and hoping that they'll be able to talk about the future, in a way that won't scare him off. "Six years of patience paid off," Porthos rumbles warmly, slowly extricating himself with a squeeze to Aramis' shoulder, leaning over to kiss the warm skin there.
"You stay, this time I'll fetch things," he says, because Aramis normally does this and he wants to give him the chance to relax. When he returns with the cloths and water, he begins with Athos' back, sponging and cleaning him off reverently. "I think we ought to talk, though, that way none of us are in the dark about what everyone wants, besides us together."
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Date: 2015-03-09 12:44 am (UTC)"You stay, this time I'll fetch things," he says, because Aramis normally does this and he wants to give him the chance to relax. When he returns with the cloths and water, he begins with Athos' back, sponging and cleaning him off reverently. "I think we ought to talk, though, that way none of us are in the dark about what everyone wants, besides us together."