"You would hide these legs away?" asks Aramis, mouth open to breathe as he looks up at Porthos. He is not a maiden and hardly feels like one, yet stretched beneath Porthos' considerable bulk, only silks and lace between them, Aramis feels pleasantly vulnerable. His eyes cut to the long knife on the nightstand and his breaths come faster still. There is absolutely nothing to fear, but Aramis allows himself the shade of it, adrenaline stirring the lust quickening his blood to dizzying heights.
"Do you mean to cut me free already?" he asks, worrying at his bottom lip to avoid pulling Porthos down to him. "So impatient, cariño."
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Date: 2014-11-23 09:58 pm (UTC)"Do you mean to cut me free already?" he asks, worrying at his bottom lip to avoid pulling Porthos down to him. "So impatient, cariño."