Porthos plays with the marks he's made on Aramis, fitting his fingertips into the grooves softly as he presses slow kisses to Aramis' neck, making a curious sound in his throat when something occurs to him. "What are we doing for our honeymoon?" he wonders. He'd never really planned to get married, so he really doesn't have any notions about what a honeymoon should look like. "Here? Maybe Athos can man the investigation business for a few days while we enjoy ourselves?"