René d'Herblay, alias Aramis

Eyes half-lidded, he pulls his attention to Aramis with a lazy, but doting smile. He doesn't know how to even describe it because he can't say that it's been so long, and he can't call attention to the fact they don't do this often. Instead, he lifts his head to brush slow kisses to her breasts before collapsing back on the bed. "You've wrecked me," he confesses, stretching his arms out over his head.

"Woke me up, too," he confesses with a grin. "How on earth are we gonna manage to do that when we have kids?"