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d’artagnan was so caught up in the moment he hadn’t 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 constance’s presence wash out any other woman’s, it washed out everything β€”β€”
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β€”β€” 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€œ do we have to ? β€œ his voice sounded distraught at the very idea, β€”β€”
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β€”β€” his cranium tilting, nuzzling into her palm before pressing a kiss there, as if he was trying to convince her. β€œ i . . don’t want to let you go yet.” he admitted, though they both know if they followed that line of thinking . . he’d 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 want to let her go.
his heart was beating like some wild thing in his chest, like any heart should when faced with it’s first love. though d’artagnan was already convince constance was just as much his first love as she was his 𝙑𝙖𝙨𝙩. they were behaving like some newly wed couple β€”β€”
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β€”β€” 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 responseβ€”β€”
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β€”β€” to constance’s own. to d’artagnan it didn’t matter where they were, just that she was there. and it was 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘀𝘡.
d’artagnan could hardly afford to care about what the 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳 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 β€”β€”
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β€”β€” a quiet confession between lovers beneath starlight. he figured they’d 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 β€”β€”
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β€”β€” immediately roaming up and down her sides, diving into another kiss that was littered with hungered movements and slow swipes of his tongue against hers, his breaths slowly building up to sporadic gasps and groans as he simply tried to get ahold of himself.
as soon as their lips caught in the kiss, d’artagnan could have laughed if he weren’t so preoccupied. this wasn’t 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 β€”β€”
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β€”β€” 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, belongedβ€”β€”
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β€”β€” entirely to her. the feeling made a soft groan bubble from the back of his throat, sounding entirely 𝘢𝘯π˜₯𝘰𝘯𝘦 with the display of their love for one another, like it sent him into a sensation of rapture he never would have known anywhere else.