Athos

Athos was leaning against a post watching Aramis and Porthos spar, smiling faintly at the picture they presented. Constance walked over to him, loosening the ties on her bodice as she went, and stopped when she was right up against his body. Athos has tipped his head down to look her in the eye when she came close, and now he wrapped one arm around Constance's back, pulling her tight to himself. Constance kissed him, crushing their lips together and immediately sliding her tongue into his mouth, seeking out his own. Athos groaned in response, kissing her back hard. She sucked on his scarred lip, both hands coming up to twist into Athos's hair.

Someone whistled, but they ignored it. He was hot against her, and hard.