A.N - This is quite graphic so if you are easily offended please do not read.

Jocelyn threw the token back into the drawer and slammed it shut in anger. She stood from her stool and began untying the laces of her dress and slip. As she loosened the bottom fastening of her bodice and began to tease the higher laces from their bind the woman was sure she saw something or someone move within the shadow, cast by her closed curtains. Only they were no longer closed, nor were the windows and shutters themselves. How could she have missed that? Pulling out a dagger she concealed in her stomacher Jocelyn hid it expertly between her forearm and petticoat. She wandered to the open window then climbed the small step onto her balcony. The now nervous woman peered from left to right and when she was satisfied there was no danger she backed into her bedroom and closed the windows. After pulling the shades to, Jocelyn turned on her heel but was caught by surprise as a steel blade was thrust deadly close to her throat.

"Countess?"

The voice asked, almost accused. It was deep and coarse, like the owner had stepped in from the night air and had not yet regained their breath. Most likely that was true.

"You fail your teaching milady."

"As do you," Jocelyn turned her head slightly toward her attacker, "Aramis,"

The assailant whilst still holding the blade to the woman's throat felt the unmistakable sensation of steel against his leg close to his genitals.

"When did realise?" He asked.

"I did not, till now; and you?"

"I was not sure till you took that token from the," Aramis faltered,

"Forgive me, It is incredibly distracting when your dagger is so close to my,"

"Your what?" Jocelyn enquired sarcastically, "Trust me the feeling is mutual." She finished.

"Well then on the count of three, agreed?"

"Agreed. One,"

"Two,"

"Three." They both said together.

Both attackers immediately withdrew their blades from their opponent, although kept them close at hand just in case. Jocelyn moved a good distance away from Aramis but kept her eye on him all the same. He stayed by the window using the advantage of shadow to conceal him.

"So you intend to go through with your plan then?"

"What plan?" She answered feigning ignorance.

"Do not play your games with me Countess. I know who you truly are."

"I do not know what you are talking about."

"Very well. Let us just say I know what you are."

"And what is that may I ask?"

Aramis moved out of the shadow for the first time and revealed himself to Jocelyn. Her heart pounded incessantly at the sight of him. He had not changed a bit. He was still handsome, with strong, chiselled features that had made her go weak at the knees when she had first clapped eyes on him. The young woman grasped hold of the post on her bed to steady herself and prayed she had not given her true feelings away. Aramis continued to walk closer and closer to her and when he was but a breath away he answered as Jocelyn attempted to strike.

"Beautiful."

The old acquaintance grabbed the woman by her wrist firmly -just as he had done the last time they met- pinning her to the post and stared into the depths of her eyes. Jocelyn dropped the blade voluntarily rather from the grip on her wrist. She stared back at Aramis, searching his face for what she could not say, but as she looked at his lips she felt them brush against hers as he kissed her hard.

Jocelyn met his kiss with fervour and grasped his arm with her free hand. Aramis released her wrist and snaked his hands around Jocelyn's back and felt the soft flesh between the folds of her open dress. The enamoured man lifted the woman from the post, with ease in one hand, and swung her around to her feet. Tilting her slightly over the crook of his arm he caressed her bare neck and shoulders with his free hand before claiming her mouth once again. The aroused women pressed herself against Aramis and began undoing the buttons of his jacket and in her haste managed to tear a few from their seams. Pulling the black silk coat from his shoulders in one swift motion she turned her attention to the buttons of his trousers, but was forced around suddenly by the enthused man.

"You have changed, Jocelyn."

"Better than what you remember?" She answered seductively as she reached for his cock beneath his trousers.

Aramis swept Jocelyn's dark tresses away from her neck and finished untying the laces of her dress. He planted softer kisses to her skin than he had given her moments before but countered them with firm bites with his teeth. As the final fastening was undone he allowed the dress to fall from her form leaving her in nothing but her corset, thin cotton slip, silk stockings and heels. He ravished her naked form from behind both with his hands and his lips.

"I thought men of the guard were to be chaste?" She goaded.

Aramis grunted his answer, a low animalistic sound that sent shivers through Jocelyn's body. Leaning back against him the heated woman turned her head to meet him and Aramis drew her around to continue lavishing his kisses upon her mouth.

"I thought widows were also meant to be?" He whispered in her ear.

Pulling away from him Jocelyn looked at him with contempt. Aramis backed himself onto her bed and drew the intoxicating woman to him with a single look of desire. Jocelyn complied willingly feeling her hatred ebb away slowly. But rather than lying down next to him as she had done before, she sat down in his lap, one leg either side of his hips, pushing herself onto his engorged cock then began pulling at the ties of his shirt. Unwilling to allow her the lead Aramis flipped them both over so that he was now astraddle her. He kissed her neck, the heave of her breast, then her stomach until he was close to her lithe inner thigh. Without taking away his gaze from her face he undid the clasp of her stocking and removed them one by one, rolling them down her supple legs.

Aramis was enjoying the attention he showed Jocelyn, almost as much as she was, but he was growing impatient and eager to feel himself inside her with her limbs wrapped around his. Grasping her ankles he dragged his lover to the edge of the bed so that the hem of her already short under-slip rose higher toward her hip. Sitting up from the satin covers Jocelyn ran her hands up Aramis exposed torso then down again towards the bulge in his trousers. This time he did not remove her hands but allowed her to expertly undo the buttons of his leather trousers. As Jocelyn gave the fastenings her attention, Aramis secured his fingers underneath the hooks of her corset and one by one undid them, revealing more of her breasts to his eye. Finally Jocelyn reached the thing they had both been longing for, his cock. She smiled as he threw his head back in anguished longing at her merest touch. The stirred man leant over Jocelyn's semi clad form and entered her opening with a sudden hard thrust. Jocelyn cried out in a mixture of surprise and satisfaction and gripped her lovers back as he continued to plunge into her firmly.

Before long both were a mix of clothing, bed covers and flesh as the two lovers had removed their final pieces of clothing and left them trailing on the mattress. Aramis had not allowed Jocelyn any more control since he had first entered her and was content to take the lead and control their love making. However the hot blooded man suddenly slowed down his movements as he felt something change between them. He heard the start of the rain as in tinkered down on the lead roof. He could smell the scent of her perfume and their writhing bodies mix into an intoxicating aroma.

Jocelyn lay there, beautiful and serene. The anger gone from the depth of her eyes and replaced with a darker look of hunger and affection. Aramis stopped what he was doing and looked at the woman he once knew.

"Rene," Jocelyn asked breathlessly,

Aramis stared in shock, he had not been called that in such a long time. To hear his name, his true name uttered by her sweet lips brought back the feeling, the knowledge that this girl, this woman knew him for who he really was. Aramis thought it was she who had spun a web of lies that was now her life, but he was quickly reminded by that one word, his name, that he too had created an existence of deceit, one just as mysterious and intriguing as The Countess Dorziat. He did not answer her, but conquered Jocelyn's lips with his own and continued to fuck her.