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The loud gasp that would have left Anne's mouth was captured by her lover's, and together they plummeted into the field of sin and adultery. Her back arched towards Aramis's embrace and her lips parted in a soft moan that escaped her just between kisses and loving touches. The queen latched to him and whimpered with each thrust and each push as they increased in speed and frequency. "Aramis!" she gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist even tighter to pull him closer and keep him locked in a position where he could access the depths of her easily.
Her lips crashed with his again and the sighs and moans and groans escalated. Anne gripped him tightly as she raised her hips to meet his. Anne sighed his name over and over, never convinced it was enough. Despite her composed demeanor only moments ago, the sensitivity of pregnancy had driven her to want him more than she ever had before, and Anne found herself whispering pleads for more.
Athos looked at her in complete astonishment, his mouth slightly agape. "You what?" He didn't know whether to laugh or be angry, to chuckle or to clench his fists. All this time he had been suffering inwardly over an act he was innocent of, an event that hadn't in fact actually happened. He looked to Ninon's face and then to the hat, then to her face again, eternally confused as if she given him some sort of dangerous riddle that was impossible to figure out.
Athos sighed, then gave the smallest hint of a blush. "Ah," he told her shyly. "I see. Well." He scratched the back of his neck and broke into a series of little chuckles. "I suppose that is a relief, then?"
Right?
The musketeer looked into the fire and accepted his hat back from Ninon gratefully. "I'm sorry that I came to you in a drunken stupor in the first place, countess. As much as it seems to have amused you, it was terribly rude of me and I'm sorry that I was foolish enough to choose your home out of so many others." Athos offered her a brief, genuine smile. "Forgive me, and I shall forgive you in turn."
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