"Don't worry, it's not permanent," Porthos promises, but then he's being kissed and he's missed it too much to keep talking. He slides his hand into Athos' hair to bury there, desperate and eager and needy, crashing forward and pushing Athos that much more backward into Aramis' arms.

Eventually, he does need to pull away to breathe, a helpless little moan on his lips as he does. "Curls'll be back soon enough," he vows.