Coitus Interuptus!
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A/N: One of my favourite scenes from the Musketeers series is in season 3 when Athos and Sylvie got disturbed when they were trying to some fun adult time together. I thought how about all four of the musketeers getting disturbed when they are with their ladies.
I intend for this story to be just 4 chapters long but if there is interest I might add some more chapters to the story and a few more of the characters, such as Treville, a few of the cadets, Feron, etc.
The title is in Latin and though I know a little Latin, it is not a language that I am fluent in and so hope I have spelled it correctly.
Summary:
Each time either Athos, D'artagnan, Aramis or Porthos try to get some time with their respective lady or in Aramis's case ladies, they keep getting disturbed. I was going to start the story off with Athos and Sylvie but instead it is going to be Aramis as he is such the flirt of the group.
Aramis
As Aramis glided past the lady of his choice for the night, he placed a hand gently on the small of her back, startling her slightly at the gentleness of his touch. The woman was not use to men treating her in such a gentle and respectful manner, most just grabbed her and took what they wanted with no regards to her own wants or needs, but she had heard from the other girls, that the musketeer who was guiding her to her room was different to most other men.
The room they entered was small in comparison to some of the other rooms of the brothel but it was large and comfortable enough for what normally took place in the room. It was almost spartan with just a bed, 2 separate occasional chairs and a small side table which sat at the side of a fire that had been light not long ago and the logs were smouldering a little with a few little flames, the embers glowed warm in the fire place giving an almost ethereal look to the room.
On one wall there were two life-sized female nudes drawn in simple brushstrokes, titillating and dreamy images that aroused yet at the same time relaxed anyone in the room, one of the nudes showed a woman reclining on a chaise lounge, the full curve of her hip and back visible while her hair spilled across chest.
The other nude depicted a woman sat on her bottom, her legs drawn up with her arms hugging them against her chest with her hair spilling as though onto the ground beneath her, half covering her almost like a shroud.
To Aramis, it was as if the artist had captured the two images of the women in a simplistic rendition of women's quiet but complicated souls.
Guiding the young woman who was his entertainment for the evening towards the bed, he waited while she removed her dress, he would have preferred to remove the dress himself but tonight he wanted to see the woman of his choosing, do it herself for him.
He sat down on one of the two chairs and watched as she shimmered sensually out of the dress, his pulse quickening as the dress slid to the ground. Aramis sighed as he gazed upon her unclad body, the young woman standing before him unashamed in all her glory.
The young woman was astoundingly beautiful for one such as she, who was to be found in this profession, she had a small waist from which her child bearing hips flared out in a sensual curve, her legs were long and shapely and her bosom was just the way that Aramis liked them, ample and pert. She looked almost like one of the ancient goddesses of Greece or some other past empire as she stood there looking at him in almost a doe like manner while her red curls cascaded down her back and framed her face.
He stood quickly, his ardour almost getting the better of him, he wanted this night to last as he made his way swiftly in just a few steps, to where the young 'goddess' stood.
Aramis licked his lower lip as he guided her back on the bed, his gaze lingering on her for just a brief second, before he bent his head and kissed her tenderly upon her full luscious lips, his hand trailing down her side, his fingers brushing across the flesh of her her surprisingly flat stomach.
She tensed beneath him, as his hand explored her body softly, the sensation making her softly moan at the exquisite way, his wandering hand made her feel. Such scoundrel, she thought to herself, so this was why the other ladies of the house were always so pleased to see the musketeer, if he was as gentle with them as he was being with her.
It was evident from his touch that he was experienced and confident about touching a woman's body and she liked that, it made up for all the clumsy almost inexperienced males that sometimes graced her presence but even they were better, than those who just took what they wanted without any regard to whether she wanted it or not.
She felt Aramis move his hand further down and his lips leaving hers as he leaned back slightly on the bed, and took her foot in his hands and started to massage it. He handled her foot with a a surprising familiarity as he caressed and eased the tension out of her body while massaging of her foot.
Her curiosity of him rose, as she studied him with half closed eyes and she studied the hands that presently had hold of her other foot as they massaged it. For a soldier he had surprisingly clean nails, she had not thought his nails would be so clean. There was a fine dusting of hairs that lay upon his long and slender fingers that handled her with a gentle but firm assurance, his grip was strong but not too strong that it hurt.
The careful balance of strength and consideration that she felt from the way his hands held her made her shiver with anticipation, at the thought of how those same hands would feel gripping the rest of her body.
Aramis moved further up her body, shifting his body as he leaned over the one beneath him, he felt her lack of fear of him and it pleased him, that and the fact that he could tell that his massage of her feet had aroused her. He smiled, this was the way that a woman should feel beneath him, loved and aroused and he lowered his lips again to kiss her.
As he deepened his kiss, he felt her hands roaming down his still clad body, and he could feel her undoing the clasps and ties of his clothes as she started to divest him of his clothes. He smiled again, this was definitely going to be a wonderful night, he just knew it in his soul.
All of a sudden there was a hammering at the door and he groaned as he heard Porthos on the other side of the door, yelling his name and telling him they had to go, duty called. He groaned in disgust and dismay, it was so unfair he had been looking forward to bedding this beauty for a long time ad tonight it had seemed would be the night to do it. As he pulled himself reluctantly away from the bed, buttoning up buttons and retying his laces and clasps on his clothing he looked with longing back at the girl,who still lay upon the bed watching him.
"What is you name?" he asked.
As he reached for the door, opening and taking one last look at her before he left.
"Adele."
He heard her call softly to him, as he left the room and joined his fellow musketeer.
A/N: Well that is the first chapter, I hope you liked it. I am not, I will admit very good at writing romantic/touchy feelings sort of stories but occasionally I have a go at them, so I hope my offering has not offended any of you. Reviews would be welcomed if you are of a mind to leave any but if not, then no worries.