The doublet stripped off and laid over a chair, boots done away with, Athos slowly winds his way through the remainder of his clothes until there is nothing but the laced up braies that he will work on later, crawling onto the bed until he is suspended above her, running his fingers through dark hair that is so much like hers that in his drunken haze, he can almost see the line of present and past blurring.

To stop them, he bends down to kiss her, where he won't see her hair, where he can close his eyes and lose himself in sensation, hand sliding down her torso and gently working back up, teasing and light.