*Aramis has Poppy pressed against the wall*

Aramis: How long do we have to stay like this, my foot's cramping.

Poppy: Aww your poor foot, I'm getting splinters over here, and not in very nice places.

*Sunrise walks up holding a cup of tea whilst reading a book*

Sunrise: hey guys how's it going?

*Sunrise keeps walking past them not even raising her eyes from the page*

Aramis: we've been like this almost a week

Poppy: yeah can you get on with it

*Sunrise stops and turns around*

Sunrise: I suppose you guys could use some sexytime

*The magical writing force holding them in place releases them*

Aramis: Sexytime?

Poppy: oh hot damn yes

*Poppy does a little dance and Aramis looks like he thinking really hard about something*

Aramis: If anyone interrupts this time I'm going to kill them understood.

*Sunrise has an amused expression on her face*

Sunrise: all righty then, I'll just go post this chapter that's been ready for a week

*Sunrise walks away and Poppy shouts at her back*

Poppy: you mean you just been torturing us? You're such a bitch.

*Sunrise laughs*

Sunrise: I know, get used to it.

If you didn't catch that there will be some sexytime in this chapter…. Well really most of the chapter so if you don't like that stuff (don't know why you would be reading this fanfic if you didn't) then there is a bit at the end you can read but otherwise you could skip this chapter…. I guess….

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"Prove it" she said challenging him, they were angry and stubborn, too stubborn to back down now, not that either of them really wanted to.

Aramis' hands moved from the wall to her shoulders as he closed the tiny gap between them. "If you're bluffing" his voice was gravely with held back arousal, "then tell me now because I'm not stopping, I want you too much and it's been a while, I -" his hands trailed up and down her sides.

"Words are wind and -" her words caught as he touched her stomach under her shirt, "and I told you to prove it, or are you to much of a pussy to -"

Aramis grasped her hips savagely and pulled her as close to himself as possible, moving his head down to capture her lips, not waiting for her to open her mouth but savagely thrusting his tongue inside. Poppy moaned against him, her hands rising up his taunt chest, around his neck and up to grasp the back of his head, tangling her fingers in his hair and pulling on the strands slightly. Aramis growled at that, pushing her firmly up against the wall. She pulled his mouth even harder against her as their tongues battled and his hands wandered. Both of those dexterous hands molded to her confined breasts making her gasp, he squeezed then moved down tracing her sides to her hips before going around to her back and traversing the planes of her spine, making her arch into him. Poppy ferociously scraped her nails down the back of his head and around his neck whilst biting on his lower lip. He growled down at her, deep in his chest, making her shiver, before he reached down to grasp her posterior in both hands, lifting her up against the wall closer to his level so that he didn't have to bend down as far. Poppy instinctively parted her legs, letting him step between so that she could wrap them around his waist, bringing her center into contact with his taunt abdomen. She squeezed her legs a little trying to put more pressure where her body burned for him to be. Her whole awareness was locked on where they touched, where they were connected by taste and touch. As she squeezed more Aramis bucked his pelvis into her, she broke the kiss to gasp in air as the bulge in his pants brushed against where she ached for him. His mouth attacked her neck as he rocked slightly against her with a slow heavy rhythm and she hissed in pleasure.

"Ah, oh God Aramis" she moaned low and held on tight as he resumed kissing her.

She couldn't breath, couldn't even think as he rocked against her through their clothes. Her body was burning, a fever taking hold of her, it concentrated in her lower abdomen and felt as if it was tightening, as if she was about to fall, or explode, she didn't know which but her body kept getting higher, coiling tighter. Poppy had to break their kiss to breath, her head was spinning, and she buried her forehead into his neck and just held on, gasping for air.

Aramis kissed her neck tenderly, "I've got you" he whispered into her ear before he grasped the side of her head with one hand and turned her to face him. Aramis looked into the blue depths for her eyes, another feature she shared with her twin, only to see that they were glazed over, not really seeing him but focused on feeling, her face leaned against his hand for support as she moaned softly.

Poppy was close, he could see that, but he was closer, his whole body was taunt as a bow-string, he was almost in pain but the suffering was amazing, she was so soft and fit perfectly against him. He finally had her and he was about to spill himself in his pants, in a hallway, before her. He had to calm himself down; he wasn't some boy with his fist woman. Aramis kissed her, softly at first but soon changed his angle to thrust deep with his tongue, tangling with hers to coax her into a heated battle of dominance. She responded slowly at first, but soon eagerly engaged with him, swallowing her disappointment that his hips had ceased their thrusting.

His hand at her face stroked lightly before trailing down her throat, down the center of her chest and down to her belt. Aramis stilled his hand for a moment, lightly trailing his finger across the exposed skin above her pants, when her shirt had become so disheveled he did not know, nor did he really care. His hand slipped down lower, slipping between their bodies to cup her and apply some much-needed pressure.

Poppy's head flew back and almost hit the wood of the wall at this new contact. She gasped for breath, at a loss for words as his fingers curled and rubbed against her most sensitive area.

She mewed "I don't – I can't -" she gasped as his hands kneaded her sensitive flesh.

Aramis watched her face as she began to fall apart beneath his touch. He leaned in to kiss her neck again, a smirk on his face that quickly faded as he heard a noise coming from the stairs. Aramis' head shot up and he stilled completely.

"Aramis" Poppy moaned quietly into his shoulder.

"Shh" Was all that came from Aramis.

Philippine didn't want to but she stilled and used her diminished concentration to recognize what Aramis was hearing. Before she had registered that what they were hearing was heavy footsteps and drunken laughter of people coming up the stairs Aramis was already carrying her to their room. By the time they had entered and she had been gently proped up to leaned back against the door, feet now back on solid ground, Poppy had had enough time to actually think on what they were doing. She placed her palms against his chest and pushed back with just enough pressure that he would notice but not enough that he would untangle his arms from behind her.

"Wait" she said slightly breathless.

Aramis looked at her quizzically, to wound up for his vocal cords to be of much use, so he arched an eyebrow in question.

"I – I don't" she didn't really know what she was trying to say but it was important, she knew that much. With the way he was looking at her she felt very nervous, his eyes were almost black with how large his irises had become, his face looked to be made of stone. "I don't know how…" she trailed off and looked at him beseechingly, hoping he would somehow understand.

A blank look of confusion covered his face for a few moments before he realised what she was trying to say. He groaned inwardly at the implications but he would never force her.

"We will go slow" it almost pained him to say it, "When you are ready we can, go further, I can wait, I would not – I would never…"

Poppy chuckled quietly and pulled him down for a soft tentative kiss, silencing him. "I know, I'm just not ready to, do that, yet. But does that mean we need to stop now?" She was curious, she had felt so good and something was building inside her, she wanted to know what it was and as always her curiosity was getting the better of her.

Aramis smiled and kissed her softly, slowly deepening the kiss until she was again gasping for breath and clutching at him. Poppy was again unable to stand on her own feet, her legs having turned to mush. Aramis resumed touching her, gliding his hands everywhere, cupping and moulding her muscles and flesh beneath his hands. Aramis had unbuttoned her wine stained shirt and the linen wrappings were bunched around her tiny waist, ends trailing past her hips and pants to the floor. He leaned back slightly to get a better look at her pert breasts, her peaks becoming taunt as they were exposed to the gaze of the man in front of her; she fought not to cover herself from embarrassment. He was staring so long that Poppy started to shift uncomfortably until his hand reached up to brush her left pebbled nipple making her gasp, he repeated the gesture and she moaned loudly, leaning against the door for support.

Aramis nibbled along her neck as he cupped her breasts with both hands, twisting the sensitive tips between his fingers. Poppy could barely think and as Aramis twisted and pinched at her breasts while attacking her neck with open mouthed kisses and tiny nips, she bit into his shoulder to muffle her moans while digging her sharp fingernails into his back. His head shot up and he gasped at the slight stings but she didn't let go, it was then he realised that she would be a scratcher and a biter, if they were to be together he would come out with many war wounds, and he would revel in them, they would be her mark on him as his bite marks were on her. Aramis smiled and pulled on her hair none to gently so that her head fell back and he could claim her mouth again, one hand still kneaded her breasts as his other drifted down to her hip to pull her firmly against him, his restrained cock pushing against her stomach.

Poppy's hands were everywhere, touching anything that she could, they ran down his back to grip his firm tight butt only to go back up to his belt, circle around to the front and work themselves up his torso, they completely skipped past the place he most wanted those hands. Aramis decided to show by example and dragged his hand at her hip around to her front. He undid the ties of her pants and the buckle of her belt one-handed, it was a more difficult task then he realised but he persisted and eventually prevailed. Aramis let the kiss soften so that she could breathe before he slipped his right hand into her unders and down past the small curls covering her mound.

"Aramis, what… Ahh -" Poppy tried to understand what he was doing but as his long fingers entered her wet folds she no longer had words. She clutched at his shoulders again and buried her head into his muscled chest, holding on for dear life as he stroked her and she rode the sensations, she didn't think it could get any better.

Aramis couldn't believe how wet she was for him, or how responsive, if she hadn't have been wearing clothes he wouldn't have been surprised if she had been dripping for him. He groaned at how good she felt, all soft and warm, he smiled to himself when he heard her gasp against him as he found her sensitive nub. Poppy's hips bucked sporadically trying to find a rhythm and she bit back many moans at his ministrations. It was all becoming too much and that elusive peak was getting closer and closer, but she felt she needed something.

"I – Ahh" she couldn't stop the moan which escaped.

"You need more?" Aramis positively purred into her ear in a husky tone, sending a shiver through her as his breath teased the sensitive flesh.

All she could do was nod her head and clutch him tighter to herself. Poppy almost screamed as he slipped one of his fingers into her, instead she bit down hard onto his right pectoral muscle. Aramis couldn't believe how tight she was around just one finger as he stroked her tight channel, his thumb still playing with her clit. When his finger was fully inside her she gasped at the foreign feel and almost tried to wriggle away, his hand stilled as she became accustomed to the feel of it and as she relaxed against him Aramis slowly began to move his hand, his thumb flicked over her nub as his finger caressed her insides. His breathing was laboured as he tried to catch his own breath, he tried to stretch her muscles further by inserting a second finger and she bit down harder while her fingers dug into his biceps, her channel was like a vice around him so he stilled again to let her grow accustomed, he would have a few bruises in the morning from her mouth and hands.

As his other finger pushed into her Poppy bit him to stop from crying out in pain as she stretched around him, she stretched but didn't break, her Maidenhead remaining intact. Poppy felt stuffed and a little uncomfortable as her inner muscles gripped him, but as the sharp burst of pain subsided she began to relax again and she realised that he could now rub more of the delicious spots inside of her which were making little flashes of light go off behind her eyes. Her hips moved slightly against Aramis' hand trying to gain more friction as she slowly stretched around him, eventually becoming more comfortable with him being inside her. His hand stroked in time with her hips movements, his other still paying attention to her breasts as he kissed on the sensitive skin of her neck. He wanted to taste those pert mounds and so his mouth slowly moved down across her chest to lave his tongue over the sensitive tips. Poppy cried out as his mouth sucked on one nipple then the other, he sucked in time with the thrust of his fingers before moving around to the rest of her breast giving attention to every inch or skin, as he did with her neck he did to her breasts nibbling then licking the hurt to sooth, driving her higher and higher, never wanting it to stop. Poppy couldn't hold back her moans, she couldn't hold back anything any longer, and as he harshly bit down on an abused nipple she came with a muffled scream. His hands and mouth continued to work on and within her, stroking and rubbing at her clit and inner walls, making her orgasm last much longer, wave after wave crashed over her and he didn't stop until she couldn't breath, her body spazzaming against him. Aramis cupped her chin tenderly, refusing to acknowledge his own wants as he kissed her chastely before withdrawing his hand from her, sending another shudder through her exhausted body while she softly whimpered.

Poppy's brain had officially melted from this new experience and she looked up at him, she was incredibly happy and relaxed, her muscles numb beneath her. She tried to release her tight grip on his arms and almost fell in the attempt, her legs not wishing to support her. Aramis gathered her against him, wrapping his arms around her slight form so she wouldn't fall. Unfortunately for him this brought his confined cock to rest against her soft skin. Poppy gasped as she felt his engorged manhood pressed against her stomach.

"You haven't…?" she asked, Poppy knew that the man found some, if not more, pleasure in the act then the woman, she knew the basics of how it worked, she had grown up on a farm, and she was being taught to be a 'proper lady' at the convent but the only explanation she had ever received was that 'the male goes into the female, spills his seed and if God blesses the union there shall be a child'. I wasn't very helpful, but she still couldn't understand why Aramis didn't take his pleasure, she felt so wonderful, she wanted him to feel the same way.

"Why didn't…?" full coherent sentences seemed to be beyond her.

Aramis smiled tightly as her small movements created friction along his shaft.

"It is okay" he groaned "I do not need -"

"God that's dumb" Poppy said rolling her eyes, she stilled as she got an idea; perhaps she could so the same thing for him as he had done for her, use her hands. Before he could stop her she had cupped his substantial manhood through the fabric of his pants.

Aramis' breath hitched and he froze at the contact, eyes fixed on a knot in the wood of the door. Poppy's face was completely red from what she had done, it was a rash decision and now he looked to be in pain. She went to pull her hand back but he quickly cupped it in his own, tightening his fingers, pushing her more firmly against him, instructing her to squeeze slightly. She thought she must have squeezed too hard because he gasped as his head fell forward and his free hand shot out to lean against the door, his forehead resting on hers. Aramis had to take a few deep fortifying breaths before he was able to speak.

"Like this" he said as he rubbed her hand over his crotch looking straight into the depths of her blue eyes, she bit her swollen red bottom lip as she looked down at where there hands were working together. Aramis tried not to groan as he attempted to still his hips, he wanted so much to thrust into her hand, to open his pants and feel her skin on his, but he couldn't, it would probably scare her to do so and the last thing he wanted was for her to be afraid of him, or to run away, he didn't think he could take it if she ran. Poppy cupped him again, gaining more confidence and applying more pressure, she used one finger to trace the outline on his cock through his pants, flicking her nail across the tip, which elicited a gasp from him, to trace back down to his base. She refused to let herself think on the hurt only two of his finders had caused and to compare their length and width to what was beneath her fingers, it was large even in its confined space and as much as she wanted to be as close to him as possible the thought of that inside her sent fear through her, Poppy knew he would never intentionally hurt her but it scared her all the same. She could feel his tense muscles as he struggles to hold himself in check and she smiled at that looking back up at him, at his strong jaw clenched in concentration, his eyes looking far away. Poppy reached out with her free hand to cup the side of his jaw so that she could turn him to face her. She bit down on her lower lip once again as he looked at her properly now, she reached up on the tips of her toes to place a kiss on the stubble of his jaw as she tightened her hand around him again.

Aramis gasped for breath as he lost control, his hips thrusting slightly against her as he came with a blinding intensity, his whole body shook as he saw heaven, his arms and legs trembling. It was lucky for Poppy that his arm still supported his weight on the door otherwise he may have fallen on her.

Aramis breathed heavily as he came back down to earth to find Poppy smiling at him. His face was completely stoic as he leaned down to nuzzle her neck, breathing in the faint scent of roses that was always with her. Aramis leaned against the door as he wrapped his other arm around her, holding her close. Poppy felt a little awkward and embarrassed but she buried her face in his chest, and listened to his heart as it returned to a normal pace. Aramis didnt know how long he stood there and as he tried to say something, anything someone tried to open the door. Panicked looks crossed their faces as they froze in place.

"Aramis I think the doors stuck" D'Artagnan called from the hallway.

Shit they both thought. The two thanked their lucky stars that Aramis' weight was still leaning against the door, all of his six-foot muscled frame, making the door appear to be stuck. The door knob rattled again, "Aramis? Poppy? You in there?" D'Artagnan was still trying to pry the door open.

"Get in the bed" Aramis whispered to Philippine.

"What?" she whispered back.

"Get in the bed and look like you're asleep" he pushed her in the direction of the bed.

It took Poppy longer then she was willing to admit for her to realise what Aramis was trying to say. That time was spent looking at him with confusion as he held the door shut with one hand and motioning for her to move with the other. As soon as she understood his message Poppy scrambled to the bed, tearing off her shoes on the way and chucking them in different directions across the room. As she dived under the sheets she pulled her shirt together and lay on her stomach, throwing her left arm over the edge to dangle to the floor, she kicked at the sheets making them appear rumbled and so that they didn't cover her right leg from the knee down. Poppy also pulled the sheets up to her shoulders before focusing on slowing her thunderous heart, relaxing her tense muscles and slowing her breathing, all to make it seem that she had been asleep. This took only moments but Aramis spent those seconds thinking up an explanation for why the door wouldn't open.

"Guy's come on, let me in" D'Artagnan whined from behind the door, "It's getting cold out -"

"Shut up" Aramis hissed through the door, "your sister's asleep and if you wake her up I will make her aware of who has woken her if you do not be quiet right now."

That made D'Artagnan pause, Poppy wasn't exactly the friendliest person of you woke her unnecessarily.

"Why won't it open though?" D'Artagnan asked through the wood.

"I don't know" Aramis lied "I think it's stuck, hang on and let me try something" He put his right hand on the door knob ready to pull it open, he kicked the bottom corner with his booted foot and with a thump and a shudder of the wood in its frame he quickly pulled the door open and D'Artagnan came stumbling through. D'Artagnan quickly caught himself before he could barrel into Aramis, something Aramis was great full for since the front of his pants were still wet, a fact which the dim lighting in the room hid, he was just happy D'Artagnan had had enough wine not to notice.

"Where's Poppy?" D'Artagnan whispered rather loudly squinting around the room.

"Sleeping on the bed so I suggest you -" Aramis explained in a soft whisper before being cut off by his drunk friend.

"Shh" D'Artagnan shushed him loudly putting a finger to Aramis' lips, "We don't want to wake little Philippine, she can be a cow in the morning."

"I'll be more than a cow in a minuet if you two don't shut the hell up." Poppy grumbled from the bed, the sheets rustling a little as she shifted. Aramis was mildly surprised at how much she sounded like she had just woken up.

"Sorry Poppy" D'Artagnan mumbled.

Poppy humped and tried to settle into sleep properly only to let out a muffled screech as D'Artagnan flopped down on his back on the bed, mostly on top of her.

"What are you doing?" Poppy screeched, inside she was very happy that she had done up her shirt. "Get off me freak, you're crushing me"

"I'm going to sleep, night Pips" D'Artagnan said yawning "and how the heck do you manage to take up so much room when you're so small squirt?"

"I can't breath stupid" she said trying to push him off her back.

"Quit kicking me" he said as she tried to kick the back of his leg.

"Quit squishing me" she bit back.

"Well move over" he retorted.

"You move over, I was here first" was her response.

"You're such a pain" he said exacerbated.

"You're the pain I think you cracked my rib, you weigh as much as a cow" she tried pushing herself up but their combined weight was too much for her arms.

"You're a cow" he said remaining where he was.

"Nice come back bitch" she huffed.

"You're the bitch" he said.

"Just get off me" she was getting fed up.

"No I'm comphy now" D'Artagnan said smugly knowing it would just piss her off.

"Get off me, don't make me hurt you" she warned

"Like you could" he said "ow don't pull my hair"

"Then get off" Poppy said calmly, reaching around to pull on the back of his head.

"Stop pinching me" he whined as she pinched his arms with her sharp fingernails.

"Get off" she stated.

"Ow, fuck, okay jezz woman relax" D'Artagnan finally moved off of her and she pulled her legs toward herself turning on her side away from him.

"Go to the window seat" she said.

"Aramis can sleep there, now hush up and sleep silly" he said patting the top of her head.

"Idiot" she grumbled. Poppy saw that Aramis was looking at the twins trying to stifle his laughter 'sod off' she mouthed at him, stupid man that he was just winked at her and went to stretched out as much as he could on the cramped window seat as D'Artagnan began snoring.

"Of for fu -" Poppy moaned in annoyance, she rolled over onto her other side to face D'Artagnan lying on his back. "'Tagnan quit snoring" she said punching him in the kidney.

D'Artagnan grumbled as he rolled over and went back to sleep.

Poppy tried to get some sleep; she was exhausted and tomorrow was going to be a long day back in the saddles.

*Aramis glairs at D'Artagnan*

D'Artagnan: what?

*Aramis eyes went to a baseball bat that magically appeared in the corner*

D'Artagnan: why is there a baseball bat?

*Aramis picks up the bat weighing it in his hands*

D'Artagnan: whoa whoa whoa, what are you doing with that?

*Poppy to Sunrise rubbing the bridge of her nose*

Poppy: why did you give him a bat?

Sunrise: wanted to see what was going to happen.

Poppy: why?

Sunrise: coz it amuses me

*D'Artagnan runs past chased by D'Artagnan*

Poppy: I'm going to make sure he doesn't kill him.

Sunrise: that's probably for the best.

Poppy: Yep.

Wow so this is my longest chapter, 4,340 words, Woot. And yeah if any of you have siblings (I have two brothers) you know that that last bit can happen, and as funny as it can be brothers do get fucking heavy and annoying.

Also I'm always open for tips especially about all that jazz at the start of the chapter.

As always Reviews keep me going, if off to find a cold shower, not that it ever helps.