Aramis comes with his thumb pressed hard against her, the sudden rush of heat as he follows a surprise, but a welcome one. She reaches for his face even before she's done shuddering, peppering him with kisses that only grow in tenderness when she sees the open look on his face. "My Porthos," Aramis croons. "So good to me." She tucks his face into the crook of her throat, wrapping her arms around him to slow the frantic thud of his heart against her own breast. "There now, shh."