Ok Norah since you're home alone... have a quickie on me will write for the Athos fans later.....
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"Well..." Porthos raised his eyebrows at Norah, who grinned as she leaned against him: pleasantly sleepy, her feet sore, and very comfortable with his arm draped around her. The others had long since gone - D'Artagnan and Constance first; then Aramis and his latest conquest had vanished from the dance floor; Athos and Kate when she was virtually asleep on his shoulder. Norah stifled a yawn as Porthos pulled her to her feet.
They ambled slowly through the streets to her shop, mingling with the drinkers spilling out of the taverns. She could barely keep her eyes open by the time she locked the door behind them. Porthos looked down at her yawning again and picked her up, carrying her up the stairs with her head resting against his shoulder, the smell of sweat and leather surrounding her.
He put her down on the bed and grinned, then shrugged off his jacket and sat at the foot of the bed. He unbuttoned her shoes and eased them off - rewarded with a sleepy smile. He ran his hand up her leg, watching her face, and slowly rolled her stockings down, bending to kiss and lick along her legs as her skin was exposed. Norah smiled sleepily and squirmed as he rang a finger along an instep.
"Are you after something?"
He grinned and ran a hand back up her leg, beneath her skirts. She pushed herself up and reached out towards him, weaving her fingers through his hair and drawing him down next to her. They kissed on the bed, long and slow. Hands wandering lazily over each others' bodies as Norah pulled his shirt lose and dragged her fingers through his chest hair, circling round a nipple and ran her nails down his back. He sighed, pulling at her corset. "Your clothes are a pain..."
She raised her eyebrows "Yours aren't much better..." She helped him unlace her corset and unfasten her skirt, then set to work on his clothes. The light from the candles enhanced the colour of warm brown skin - she watched as he hauled the shirt over his head. Mesmerised as always by the movement of his muscles, the way the skin pulled tight where it was scarred. He glanced at her and grinned, enjoying the way her eyes devoured him.
He stood suddenly and pulled her to her feet, lifting the shift up and over her head, dropped it on the floor, then ran his hands up from her waist to cup her breasts. He bent to kiss her, feeling her body soft and pliant against his and pushed her back down onto the bed.
Norah gave a satisfied sigh as his lips moved down her neck, beard gently scratching against the skin of her chest, then lower as his tongue circled a nipple before his lips closed over it, sucking and teasing. She buried her fingers in his hair savouring the feel of his lips and tongue on her skin, the callused skin of his fingers dragging on her skin, darts of pleasure shooting through her whole body in response to his touch. She stretched against him, arching her back, and he began working upwards again. Norah wrapped her legs around him and drew him down into her - another satisfied sigh escaping her as she felt him slide deep inside her. She lifted her head to kiss him, trailed her tongue along his neck and chest as he moved faster, felt him hardening further as a whimper escaped her, and he swept her away in a tide of pleasure.
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