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The garden is large and wild and there is a gazebo she has made a bower that she leads him to.

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The distraction is charming and something she's used to, there are many from the Aegean to farther West who have suddenly found a kind goddess blessing them with that same look,

"There is no devilment here, Athos, just old truths long forgotten. Revel with me."

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"Certainly not the work of the devil, Milady," Athos promises, with a bit of a smile of his own. "A blessing, and an honor at that!"

His hat is removed from his head then and hung on a low branch, and then it is his turn to give her a proper kiss.

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She molds herself too him, for once not a goddess just a woman. Some would say an embodiment of what it means to be a woman but that doesn't matter now.

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Athos is not one to push too fast, even if the lady is obviously full of desire and why would they not be, when he is such a fine example of a man and a noble so he does break a moment to breathe.

The garden really is quite beautiful.

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Breathe yes, Demeter does sometimes forget it but she smiles at him,

"Athos, where have you gone?"

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"Nowhere far," he muses, as he reaches up to touch her face gently. "Just thinking of the last time I was truly home, among my own gardens. It has been quite some time."

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"Your own land calls out for you in your heart. Should I take you there?"

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Athos raises a curious eyebrow at that. "It has been years, Milady." A pause. "But do you have the...ability?"

He'll learn eventually that she's a goddess and can do a lot more than he expected when they first met.

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She smiles and kisses him, closing her eyes as the fields speak to her and soon they are in far Northern fields that are just beginning to awaken.

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And when Athos opens his eyes from the kiss, he sees familiar hills and landscape that he hasn't seen in some time. Of course the manor is well kept as he's always kept it staffed by a few servants, even in his absence, and in the distance he can see it, but the fields...

He kneels and lightly scoops a handful of dirt within his fingers, careful not to dirty his tunic, the scent of earth rich.

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Demeter makes no sound just watches him for truly, he is one of hers, a true man of the land.

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It is no secret that Athos is proud of this, even if he hasn't been here in years since he walked away from this, his title, his power, his claim to a higher life to serve the King.

His own punishment for his sin against Sabine, in a way.

"It is just how I remember it," he finally says, as he rises and dusts his hands lightly, then reaches to take one of hers in one of his as he motions at the expanse. "Rich and full of promise and hope!"

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"The fields know who loves them though he be far away."

There is a weight to her voice and the richness of ripe fields.

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"And he knows that they wait for the day he can return," he echoes quietly, and then he turns and presses his lips against hers, not quite sure why but he just has the feeling in his chest of want and need, perhaps it is just the joy from being among his own land again.

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She pulls him closer to her, inviting him to revel in the coming season and her ripeness. Her hands wander through his hair and over his body, she would have him take her here for these fields are hers as is he.

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And Athos is the owner of these lands, no man would dare to trespass against the power of a nobleman and the sword he carries.

"Milady, there is something I must do," he pauses only to remove his tunic, folding it carefully to put the guilded crosses and edging on the inside, and rest it upon fresh risen green. Now dressed in a thin shirt and breeches and no risk of dirtying his uniform...

"Much better."

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She smiles at him,

"Oh, I'd forgotten the truth and pride of a musketeer. You do honor me, Athos."

And then she gently but fully embraces him, the scents of the fields surrounding them as her hands moves through his hair and down his body and her kisses seek to awaken him.

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And she definitely does do that. While Athos may not bed a woman as often as Porthos or as gentle and hidden as Aramis, he has his own style and that involves strong kisses and firm hands to hold.

He laughs (and it echoes with the breeze over the fields) and then lifts her off feet and into his arms with ease.

"Milady, I intend to honor you several times this fine day."

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Its been an age since a man swept her off her feet and she kisses him back, finding the nape of his neck and what she can reach through his shirt,

"Mmm, then I'm the lucky one."

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Athos lets out a happy sigh at that, relaxed at being at home and in the company of such a fine woman, and then he kneels with her still in his arms and slides his hands to rest her against the earth.

The crop isn't too tall, but it's tall enough to cut them off save for the hints of the sky above, their own little world.

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This is a world she treasures and she kisses him, letting him lead but asking the fields to hide them from the world.

Her body fits easily against him as she finds herself eagerly awaiting this kind mortal's next move.

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They're both wearing entirely too much for this to work properly, so Athos reaches down to undo the many ties on the dress down the back of it. She's more than welcome to return the favor if she wishes which he doesn't doubt she will in the slightest.

"Milady," he murmurs as he presses lips to soft skin at the neck. "I must say I have never seen a sky reflected so beautifully as the one in your eyes at this moment."

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She sighs happily against his attentions as her own fingers find the few ties on his shirt and pull the thin cloth upward so her hands rest on his skin.

Her gentle fingers move to find the scars and imperfections that make him a mortal as she kisses again in answer.

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There are a few, the nick of a fine blade here and there, no gunshots, sparring and defense of the King and of his fellow Musketeers. All well earned and worth the marks.

Athos is proud of most everything he does, and his women are no exception.

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She does love to find them and kisses his neck, laughing slightly as his beard tickles her.

Then the power of Spring rises up for a moment and she pushes him backward with a grin as she moves to get his shirt off.

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Athos has no problems or qualms about that, and he laughs with her as she removes his shirt, only thin fabric separating the earth from his skin, the faint scent of sweat mixing of that with the soil.

His hands move to undo a few more ties (so many ties!) on the dress as she moves.

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Its not her fault, its the Bar's, she prefers simpler outfits and with a small sigh there are a few fewer and bare skin under his fingers.

She looks down at him with a happy smile, her hair the color of golden wheat as he kisses him and her hands move over his body and she moves against him.

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Now that is quite a trick, and bare skin is much more friendly and open to touch and caress than layers of cotton and silk. He lets out a soft groan of her name as she moves against him, happy.

"Perhaps it is I who is the lucky one."

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For that he gets another husky laugh as she shifts to find how she's awakened him and kiss down his neck,

"Mmm, we shall see, won't we."

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When she shifts she will find him already somewhat 'awake', as it has been some time since he's been with a woman proper (most times spent in taverns and bars are spent with the taste of cool wine instead of warm kisses and skin) but that is no surprise.

She is a goddess after all.

"We most definitely," Athos moans happily at the contact. "Shall see."

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That is a sound so she's missed so Demeter kisses lower on his body, her fingers tracing over his muscles,

"So strong."

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"Many hours of work for it, milady," he replies, feeling her fingertips over his bare skin. He's rather glad that it's going to good use.

This is definitely good use. Perhaps even better than the intended use.

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She wouldn't argue with that as she kisses down, one hand straying to caress his nipple as she pulls her dress down so he feels her bare skin against his.

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It is quite the pleasurable feeling, at that. Talking is overrated.

The sun is warm on his skin, much like her hand on his chest. His lips wander from her mouth to find that bare skin of hers and cover every place he can reach with kisses.

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Demeter moans quietly under his kisses, one hand twisting in his hair as the fields sigh with her.

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And a man with hair like his -- gold as the fields in the Fall, but this is not Fall, it is Spring and that means the breeze is light and the life and wheat is green and young -- enjoys a talented hand stroking through the strands.

He pulls her close and the wheat seems to draw close as well.

Athos will have quite the story to tell upon his return to the strange bar!