René d'Herblay, alias Aramis

"I cannot describe it," Aramis admits, eyes wide. "For a moment it felt like I was dying, not in a frightening way but blissful and safe, held close and warm to God's breast." He laughs aloud. "Forgive me the blasphemy and the stroke to your ego. It was...powerful, Porthos. Thank you for giving me that. You drove me out of my mind today, from the very moment I pulled these lacy underthings onto my skin."

He lifts Porthos' hand to kiss it. "Everything was heightened."