dβartagnan was so caught up in the moment he hadnβt even realized where they were .
he momentarily forgot they were even outside, lying on the grass, beneath the starry and moonlit sky.
not only did constanceβs presence wash out any other womanβs, it washed out everything ββ
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knitting up pathetically and his eyes turning damn near doe-like, all against his will.
( normally he had too much pride for such things. how could he ever hide with constance though ? )
β do we have to ? β
his voice sounded distraught at the very idea,
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his heart was beating like some wild thing in his chest, like any heart should when faced with itβs first love.
though dβartagnan was already convince constance was just as much his first love as she was his π‘ππ¨π©.
they were behaving like some newly wed couple ββ
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skin against his hand, and it only made his hand flex into it while his other arm stayed hooked possessively around her waist.
throughout all of this, his kisses became consuming, hungrily searching for hers with every movement, only breaking with abrupt gasps in responseββ
dβartagnan could hardly afford to care about what the π±π³π°π±π¦π³ thing was . not when constance was settled on top of him, whimpering into his lips and returning the kiss ten fold.
he was so lost in the sensation of simply being with her , that when they were ββ
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a quiet confession between lovers beneath starlight.
he figured theyβd have plenty more of those before this was all over.
( though he was set on it never ending )
once his back was pressed against the ground and he had the use over both hands again, they were ββ
as soon as their lips caught in the kiss, dβartagnan could have laughed if he werenβt so preoccupied. this wasnβt their first kiss, but it felt like it could have been, he thought .
with the way heat crawled up his neck and threatened to flush his face, he was acting like ββ
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bringing her to lie against his chest without breaking the kiss once.
it was deep now, all his love and affection pouring out in every move of his lips against hers, his brow furrowing with an intensity that indicated his focus, every last bit of his attention, belongedββ
