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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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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!