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René d'Herblay, alias Aramis ([personal profile] afineseamstress) wrote2014-12-11 03:30 pm
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It's an old nightmare, and if the reversal of roles is new, Aramis has no knowledge of it. In her dreams her belly swells, her parents rage, but in the end, Aramis feels happiness bloom within her, and in time, she sees it in the features of her husband to be. But the dream turns as it always does, from hope and to despair. She reaches for him with hands only freshly washed of blood, but Étienne still turns from her.

It's an old dream, an awful dream, but bearable for the long years of its endurance. Aramis believes that, right until Étienne turns for one last look, and his face becomes Porthos'.

Aramis wakes with a start, sitting bolt upright in bed with tears still streaming down her face. With a soft curse, she lifts her hands and wipes them away, crawling as carefully as she can out of bed and towards the kitchen.
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[personal profile] du_vallon 2014-12-15 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
He strokes her hair, wondering if this is what Aramis wants, really, or if this is just because in this state, Aramis thinks she can carry the children. "Eighteen months, the baby is in our lives," he clarifies. "Which means pregnant at nine months from the wedding. Is that really so long? I feel as if it will take us at least that long just to find the right house." For Porthos, who's never owned property (and couldn't, legally), the idea of a house is daunting and has a great number of things to do.

Of course, he's probably wrong, but he has no experience in this.
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[personal profile] du_vallon 2014-12-15 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
"And if we happen upon a child before then, I don't see why we couldn't bring them in," he adds, because that's something he wants to talk about, too. "You are okay with that, aren't you? Only, I know we talk about it, but sometimes I feel like I'm the one who always talks about that and you agree for my sake. You're okay to have both children of our blood and those not?"
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[personal profile] du_vallon 2014-12-15 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
He's relieved to hear it, given how much he's come to enjoy the idea. It maybe does exactly what Aramis says. It goes back into his past and it undoes a lot of the pain he'd suffered as a child when he'd been unwanted, unloved, and so cold and hungry and poor. Sometimes, he knows it's a miracle he survived, but then he remembers the things he'd had to do and knows that miracles have nothing to do with it. Just stubborn sheer will.

"You've already starting mending them up. I'm not surprised, though," he murmurs with a sleepy smile. "You patch me up, always."
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[personal profile] du_vallon 2014-12-15 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
His eyes shut at the touch, that breathy little sigh tinged with a moan back for it. "It is the middle of the night," he admits, but now that he's awake, he wants to make sure they do all the talking on this subject before it falls away. "Is there anything we've forgotten to say?" he asks, trying to clear himself of weariness. "Names? Home? Rules? Anything else about children or our situation we should put in the air while we're talking?"
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[personal profile] du_vallon 2014-12-15 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
His smile is lazy and fond as he closes his eyes and leans in to press a kiss to her lips, smudging at the corner so he can speak. "Say the full name," he insists. "Say all of it." He wants to hear it, even if the tones and the timbre is different. He wants to hear Aramis say their daughter's name, even if she doesn't exist. Sleepy as he is, he thinks maybe he could reverse one of his earlier rules.

It can't hurt to have a little unprotected sex, can it? It's not like anything could carry over.
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[personal profile] du_vallon 2014-12-15 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Ana Lucia d'Herblay du Vallon," he recites, because it's been the way he's been arranging his own name since he first thought of them marrying. "We should probably send out invitations for our wedding, you know," he says, since that's coming up. And until then, he thinks there are more pressing matters to tend to. Collecting Aramis up in his arms in a princess and protective carry, he slowly ambles them back towards the bedroom.

"First, though, let's make sure you don't have any more nightmares."
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[personal profile] du_vallon 2014-12-15 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, I always managed to sleep better with a warm glass of milk or a good screw," is his idle reply, laying her out slowly on top of the covers as he slowly brackets her body with his. "And I think maybe the latter might work. Just lay back, I'll do all the work," he promises, tracing his pinky slowly over the outline of her face, smiling fondly at her as he reaches down to slowly push off his sleep trousers, nudging down the underwear they'd bought just the other day.

"Just one little favour, precious. Spread your thighs a tad, will you?"
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[personal profile] du_vallon 2014-12-15 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
He keeps her shirt on (Porthos' shirt, actually), because he does so like the picture it makes. He breathes with some difficulty as he blushes now just to think about it, having seen it in practice so little. "No," he manages to get out steadily, though it's a task, "I didn't know that. Thank you for pointing that out," he says, gulping somewhat as he rolls onto his back and brings her on top of him.
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[personal profile] du_vallon 2014-12-15 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
Porthos shifts slightly, wrapping his arms around Aramis' body and having to adjust when habit makes him hold for a bit broader of shoulders, a bit wider a torso. It's a quick adjustment, though, and he's soon doing it properly, shifting up slightly so he can slide a pillow behind his back. "Like this?" he murmurs, arching his brow. "C'mon then. Aren't you going to ride me?"
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[personal profile] du_vallon 2014-12-15 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
He shakes his head, a bit of a blush on his face. "No," is what he murmurs. "No, I don't need one. Right now, you and I need this and if something happens, then we'll deal with it," he says, to convince both himself and her as he slides his fingers up and down her sides. "I want to feel you. I want to feel all of you and I want you to feel me."
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[personal profile] du_vallon 2014-12-15 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
Porthos lets out a ragged moan, utterly and completely useless as he lets her move his fingers wherever she likes them as he feels the wetness of a woman in a more aroused state than he's ever felt before in his life. He works his fingers, but can't help the edge of disappointment now that he's been given a promise of this. He whimpers, yearning, and stares up at Aramis helplessly. "Maybe I should cook in less clothes, so you do something about that ache," he mumbles, sliding his free hand up to cup and grope at her tit, burying his face in them when he can't stop himself.

Laying soft kisses to her skin, he eases back to stare up adoringly. "You're a goddess of beauty and so damn sexy," he growls. "I need my cock in you. Please. Please, oh god, please."
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[personal profile] du_vallon 2014-12-15 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Porthos feels his heart beating wildly as he breathes in her scent, buried where he is. "Risk it," he growls and tightens his grip on her hips. "Nine months is plenty of time," he says, which is true no matter what Aramis looks like. He shivers with anticipation, biting his lip as he stares up. "You're glorious," he praises.
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[personal profile] du_vallon 2014-12-16 11:50 am (UTC)(link)
They've done this already, they've already had this, but Porthos finds himself struck mute suddenly by the difference of doing this without a condom. Gasping desperately, he melts into the kiss and kneads his fingers over her breast as he whimpers at the wetness and the hot of it all, utterly unable to help himself because it feels so, so damn good.

He's actually trembling, right down to his toes, and is utterly useless. She's in control and he's content to lie back and let her take him as she likes. And god, but it's intoxicating what it feels like as he thrusts up into her. "I love you," he says, when no other words are there for him.

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